Family, gotta love 'em in spite of yourself I suppose
As previously mentioned, the Cavenaugh family are a direct blood line decendant of Monty Python's Black Night. Also as previously mentioned, dad did not want anyone to know about his heart attack, or the side dish of irregular heart beat that went with it. He was even ticked off when mom told him that I knew. I did my best to placate his wishes. I waited until the weekend to go see him. Or as I like to tell him, "Come home to help mom out".
Today he was moved out of CIU, or "intensive care" and was moved into CIMU, which as best as I can tell is something like "intensive care lite". Not quite ready for a roomate, flowers and balloons, but at least we can spend hours with him rather than 30 minutes every two hours. His spirits are high and he is feeling better, enough that no more than gentle prodding was necessary for him to decide to call his brother. They talked for about five minutes. In that five minutes dad did all the talking. It was amazing, during that whole time he managed not to mention; heart, attack, irregular, intensive care, or difibulation. It was a story of wit and beauty that told the story without actually telling anything. His reasoning was that he knew his oldest brother and his wife had a tendency of being somewhat hysterical regarding emergency room visits and he didn't want to worry them.
Today I learned a new word. The word was "spolastic". My mother uses it all the time to talk about her sister and dad's brother (who are married...confusing story. Basically I have a cousin who is related to me on both sides.). As best as I can tell "spolastic" is a word made up of spastic and ballistic. Which to be fair, describes the way dad's brother, and mom's sister behaved in a nutshell. I suspect when they arrive they will take turns beraiting mom for refusing to tell them like it was all her idea. Remember: A Cavenaugh can do no wrong.
I have convinced mom to let me handle them and all other Cavenaugh's. All I had to say was that I had taken a course in Diplomacy and Tact. Which, while is true, I have also taken years of foreign language, sign language, modern dance, and gymnastics in my life and I have absolutely no ability, skill, or knowledge in any of them either. I volunteered because its fun! I hope this doesn't make me a bad person. If it does, pray for me, but realize that at least I am enjoying myself.
More tomorrow after the clan decends upon us. Its odd really. Behaviors that you absolutely won't tollerate in a friend you will accept from family. Its like genetics carries some sort of get out of trouble free card, you carry they carry half and if the halfs are a match you have to put up with their nonsense. For instance, I think dad not wanting to tell his two brothers and three sisters is quirky, but I accept it easily. I also hold less of a grudge against my aunts and uncles, even when they are being spolastic.
