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With the way things have been going as of late and the billion decisions I have to take and things that are popping up, I'm very surprised I didn't just drop everything and take a leave of absence from University.

Luckily I have my super-experienced psychotherapist aunt to question the Social Worker and translate everything going on into simple English. Because frankly, I cannot make decisions. She also has experience in this matter and shall be questioning the doctor/nurse about tests that have (or likely haven't as it seems to be--seriously, a black man in a white hospital with no one to advocate for him. Do you think they'll be pulling out all stops to make sure he gets the best care? Asks me, who is le frazzled) been done.

However, this doesn't help me finish my essay due later today to be handed in between 12:00 and 1:30pm that I only have a quarter finished. Actually, barely a page has been started.

For those even remotely curious who number in only 1 here (2 elsewhere) about what's going on, dad's condition seems non-changing and he'll be off to a long-term care facility and will be there for the foreseeable future.

Actually, you know what, I'll give out more details even though no one has been asking for them;

He's suffering from short term memory loss that's been going on since he regained proper consciousness in February along with possible other medical stuff I don't know of. He doesn't remember who some people are and thinks that some people are other people. For example, he mistook someone's daughter (3 years younger) as being me.

He's extremely confused and has no sense of time and still thinks that I'm in Calgary regardless of the number of times I've told him along with others. He also can't talk coherently sometimes and slips into Amharic lots.

In other words,

For the forseable future, I don't think he'll go back to the way he was before all of this happened in December. I want to deny it and think that all will go back to the way it was but I can't see that happening unless the liquid in his brain gets reabsorbed (or something my aunt mentioned) and he's back to normal within the month.

I wish my niece could've met dad before all this--she would've had the greatest and funnest grandad ever. She'd've been spoiled silly and treated to so many things by him.

I still have to tell others what's happened to him. His former co-workers know nothing, some in Montréal know but none of mum's friends yet.

You know, it's almost like I'm really 40+ but I'm trapped in the body of a 20-yr old.

Also, a message to the general 'all of you',
Next person to tell me "I'm lucky" to go back to Calgary will get a very long talk. I never liked it there and I never ever want to go back. Try to tell me otherwise, and you will get an even longer talk.

And yes, this was my emo-angry post. Hurrah. If only I could type essays out this fast, I'd be set for bed right about now.