Life is so hectic right now and will be for some time.

I was helping my father yesterday afternoon in the back yard with installing a couple of lights onto the poles that had been erected some time before. He was drilling on the second pole and I was standing with an electric cable extension wheel above my head. Several minutes went by and then during the following three seconds had the ladder tipped to the side, I screamed, shouted at my father to stop drilling as I pushed the ladder back into position. I was crying because I thought he would’ve fallen, I told my father that I said it wasn’t stable enough when he put up the ladder but he insisted that it was “Fine”. He told me not to cry because he hadn’t hurt himself.

He came down from the ladder after he was done drilling to check which wire had the live current. I told him that I was going to go inside to use the bathroom and that I would come back afterwards. I walked into the house and phoned my mother and told her about the scare and that my head was killing me and that I was dizzy… After I briefly spoke with my mother had I gone to the bathroom, made a little pee-pee and then made my way back outside.

I saw that my father was sitting on the edge the one flower bed behind our little waterfall fountain; between the pole and the wall of the flower bed. He was looking down. I went to him and asked him what was wrong… And he just looked at me and said that he had broken his leg. “What?!” I exclaimed. He told me that he had lost his footing on the edging of the taller flower bed, slipped and got hurt.

I ran inside the house crying, “I knew he would get hurt. I quickly come in and out and it happened.” I called my younger sisters to come outside. My father was on and off of his cell phone with my mother debating which hospital my father should go to. After waiting over thirty minutes for an ambulance that was dispatched from an emergency center which is less than eight minutes walk away, had my father been finally taken to hospital.

I had called the emergency center about three times. First time was for an ambulance. Second time was to find out where they were after ten minutes of waiting and being put on hold for two minutes and then being told that they had already left. Third time was after about eight minutes to ask if they were dispatched from the center that is up the road and where they were. I was on hold for almost five minutes while the lady called the ambulance, then I was told that they had gotten lost and “Have been directed the right way”.

The paramedics were stupid. Firstly they didn’t know how to get my father into the ambulance. Secondly they used the ambulance’s blunt nosed school scissor to cut the right leg of my father’s jeans to examine the injury. Thirdly, they didn’t bother to answer my father’s pleas for someone to hold his leg still because the ambulance shook when turning, causing immense pain. All I could do was hold my father’s shoulder as I was too far from his leg to help. And lastly, the paramedic that checked my father’s sugar levels did not use gloves when pricking his finger and getting some blood on the test strip, and on her own finger!

Starring at this I thought, “Oh my fuck, how can she not wear a glove?! Imagine if she was dealing with a patient with HIV/AIDS…” Oh yeah, they didn’t even bother to ask if my father had HIV/AIDS or any other disease that can be passed on by coming in contact with blood. That was fucking stupid in my opinion. They didn’t ask and they should. Anyone and everyone should when dealing with someone who’s bleeding, needs medical attention and whatnot…

So after some more drama at the hospital was my father admitted and is now awaiting surgery. He broke the femur of his right leg and has internal bleeding. They have put a weight mechanism strapped to his ankle to pull the bone in a certain way before he can undergo surgery, that we don’t know when is going to happen. Maybe tomorrow, I hope because my father is in a lot of pain.

Now my mother and I have to tend to the shop because obviously my father is incapable of that right now.

It’s a little past six o’clock in the morning now. I just had a bath and have to go with my mom and be at the shop at seven o’clock. It’s going to be a long, rough day serving rude demanding people… We’ll hopefully close the shop at seven o’clock tonight and come back home after seeing my father. Tomorrow night is another story as it’s Friday and have to close an hour or two later.

I’m really not looking forward to the twelve hours that I’m going to be spending in that shop today…