My dad is the most selfless, "Oh, don't worry about me, " quite person I know. So much so, that when something happens to him physically or in a circumstance, he'll push it off because he doesn't want to bother anyone. At least until it's medically necessary for his survival... or at least close to it. For example, my dad locked himself out of his car that was in Paoli; got a ride to Thorndale to get a key, and then walked 8 hours back, just because he couldn't get a hold of all the TWO people he called, and didn't want to be a bother to anyone else. Trust me, us kids gave him hell for that one.
Then there is the time I came home from work and he was laying on my bathroom floor. I come home to find Jayden in a pile of pillows strategically laid out so he wouldn't go anywhere. And my dad lifeless on my bathroom floor. Calmly, I called out for my dad three times and a faint "What" come from behind the toilet. Ok, he's not dead... that's a good sign. He then proceeds to tell me that he has been throwing up all day. I told him that I would take him to the hospital, but quickly refused, telling me that he was fine and he knew what was wrong. (rolls eyes) So me being the worried daughter I am, and knowing darn well that everything was not fine, played along but did not allow him to leave my home. What if he had dropped dead at home, with no one there to check on him. I was not going to have that hanging over my head; so I made him lay down on my couch, gave him a bowl to chuck in, and checked his temperature at least 5 times. I think he was a little embarrassed that his baby girl was taking care of him. I just looked back at him and smiled and said "Daddy, this is for all the times you took care of me." He smiled back and tried to get some sleep. Around 4:30pm he looks over at me and says "Lyryn, I think I need you to take me to the hospital." Jumping out of my chair I looked at Ashley and said It's about time! As I was getting everything ready to go, he told me that I didn't need to take him... He said that he was able to drive. For the first time in my life I wanted to slap my own father! "Daddy, get in the car!" I can’t remember the last time I yelled at him. Drove as fast as I could, legally that is. Then spent 6 hours in the ER to find out he had kidney stones. But they did give him medicine to stop the throwing up… which was the important thing.
Then there’s yesterday, while I was getting into my car to go to work I heard this faint voice calling my name from 3 houses away. There was my dad, walking very slow and holding the back of his head. My heart sunk, I thought to myself “What the heck did he do now?” He asked me to look at his head because there was no way he was going back home only to have mom see it and freak out. As dad pulled his hand away from his head, all I could see was blood. I got him into the house, cleaned it up to see that he just skinned it, there was a bump, but it looked worse then it really was. I asked him what happened, turned out that he slipped on some black ice. I felt terrible; I asked him if he felt like he needed to go to the doctors. He just looked at me and said that he was fine and he was sorry to bother me. Again, I wanted to shake him and say “You’re not a bother!”
I wish he would just realize that it’s ok for people to help, especially his family! Maybe it’s a man thing. Maybe it’s a daddy thing. I don’t know, but all I can do is keep loving him and doing what I can to help, even if I do let him think that it’s all in his control. (That’s a women thing) How many years was he there to pick us up when we needed it? How many times was he there to take care of us when we were sick? Or how many times was he there to pick us up and clean our hurts?
Daddy, it’s ok to ask for help sometimes and it’s ok to want help! I know that you don’t want to bother anyone or be an inconvenience to anyone, but your truly not. No matter what happens or what you go through you will always be my strong, heroic, supportive, loving daddy!