Parents And The Things They Do
Posted: August 30 08, 2:26 pm
So I just got back from my parents place because my dad thinks he might have diabetes and I was a bit concerned. He's been having symptoms for over a month and has just put it off/not mentioned it until now, 15 hours before they are on a flight to Florida with my sister and her family (hubby and 4 kids).
This is a classic move by the Bobster because...
1) Florida is his least favorite place on the planet, especially Disney World.
2) He dropped off their weird dog at the kennel no more than 2 hours ago.
3) When I mentioned that his timing was a little odd, he looked at me with a [expletive]-eating grin and chuckled.
Now my mom has diabetes and checked his blood sugar. It came back at 407. I'm hoping for the best but, I really think he's going to checkout positive for diabetes. That's not my rant. I've grown up around it and know my mom can help him manage.
What kills me is that he's been doing his normal routine all this time. Walks the dogs, goes to the farm, scavenges flea markets, cuts the grass...like nothing was wrong. He definitely planned this and could potentially prevent my mom from going on vacation. They're at the hospital now talking to his doctor's associate.
But I'd be lying if I said part of me doesn't find it absolutely hilarious. When I called him out, I had to turn away so my mom wouldn't see me cracking a smile. Ah, well, I may eventually pull the same stunt when I get older because I hate Florida too.
This is a classic move by the Bobster because...
1) Florida is his least favorite place on the planet, especially Disney World.
2) He dropped off their weird dog at the kennel no more than 2 hours ago.
3) When I mentioned that his timing was a little odd, he looked at me with a [expletive]-eating grin and chuckled.
Now my mom has diabetes and checked his blood sugar. It came back at 407. I'm hoping for the best but, I really think he's going to checkout positive for diabetes. That's not my rant. I've grown up around it and know my mom can help him manage.
What kills me is that he's been doing his normal routine all this time. Walks the dogs, goes to the farm, scavenges flea markets, cuts the grass...like nothing was wrong. He definitely planned this and could potentially prevent my mom from going on vacation. They're at the hospital now talking to his doctor's associate.
But I'd be lying if I said part of me doesn't find it absolutely hilarious. When I called him out, I had to turn away so my mom wouldn't see me cracking a smile. Ah, well, I may eventually pull the same stunt when I get older because I hate Florida too.