Sometimes You Have to Laugh So You Don't Cry

So after my philosophical day yesterday, I returned home to take the trash out at my house. Mom and Dad had been given their dinner, the kitchen cleaned, Dad had his 6 o'clock meds and Mom was ready for bed maybe I could get a quick bite to eat and a little rest before the 8 o'clock meds. Obviously my idea for my journey last night and what become my reality were two very different things. After pulling the trash cans out to the road, I returned to my phone beeping. I was only outside a few minutes, messages already? The first message was Mom's voice.  She needed me and there was a sound of desperation.  I grabbed Buster and jumped in my vehicle and drove up the street and ran into the house. What I saw was totally unexpected, even, for me and 3 months into taking care of Mom and Dad. The house was covered with blood. I mean like NCIS crime scene (which Rob makes me watch).  I actually feel like Rob, Jethro and I are in a threesome sometimes. Anyway, there was blood all over Mom's bedroom, the kitchen and bathroom. Mom was sitting at the kitchen table and Dad was attempting to clean up blood with a paper towel. I asked Mom what happened.  She said she didn't know but her toe was bleeding and wouldn't stop. Mom is diabetic and her skin is becoming paper thin with age. A mere scratch for you or me because a gushing wound for her. I put her bloody foot on my knee and began to apply pressure with a wash cloth to her foot. Buster was running through the blood and Dad was lost in what to do. With my other hand I called her doctor for advice. He wasn't home but his wife gave me advice. Off the phone, I told Dad to get Buster's leash and get it on him and go to the living room with him. Mom's toe continued to gush blood. I threw the blood soaked wash cloth into the sink and grabbed another. At this time, I looked and Dad was on the floor in the hall trying to put not Buster's leash but my lanyard with keys on Buster, who had a look on his face like, "Grandpa, I'm a dog I don't know how to drive." I think this was at about the same time Cassie called and wanted to know when Dad's birthday was. My mine went blank. "Why does she want to know now, at all times, what the date is of Dad's birthday. I had forgotten I asked her to pick up one of Dad's prescriptions. I quickly told her his birth date and told her to come to Mom and Dad's. I then went into the hall  and helped Dad up, picked up Buster, put his leash on him and took Buster and Dad to the living room. Cassie arrived about 20 minutes later, took Buster across the street and came back and started helping me with Mom. Cassie called a friend of hers who is a doctor. He gave us added advice.  Justin arrived next and Mom thinks he can do anything, even be a doctor, because he teaches first aid and CPR, so I turned Mom over to Justin because I figured if he could skin a deer, he could deal with Mom's toe. I don't deal well with blood but found myself cleaning up what looked like a crime scene. I remembered everything I had watched on NCIS and began carefully mopping with hot water, bleach, and detergent. When I got to the carpeting in Mom's bedroom, Cassie and I decided to dump carpet shampoo on the carpet and let in soak for awhile. Next came Spray and Wash on clothes and double soaking cycles in the wash. Justin has by now bandaged Mom's toe with pressure and is complaining about being hungry. I am personally ready to throw up but tell him there are still meat balls and sauce down at my house to go make him and Cassie meatball hoagies. Three hours later things are under control. This morning Brandy, Justin and I are discussing whether bleach kills DNA. I'm not sure why but I think it has something to do with NCIS. Mom is recovering today, Dad is napping, and I'm still in my PJ's at 1:30 thinking if I can get Mom and Dad to promise to stay in one place for a few minutes, I can go home, get a shower and get dressed for the day. Some how I'm thinking all of this is some how David's fault.