It's mothers day and I drove over to my dads house with a present for my mother to pick up later. He's in contact with her more often than I am. My dad had a brain tumor a couple of years ago, he's old, he's got diabetes and his generel health has been going down hill a lot lately.
So, I rang the door bell and when he appeared, I told him I was in a hurry and just wanted to leave a present. He told me he wanted to show me something he had been up to in the garden. I waited outside for a few moments and when he didn't appear, I looked throught the open door into the house just soon enough to watch him faint, fall backwards in a straight line and slam his head against the floor. I tried to turn him over and talk to him but he seemed to have been knocked unconscious, so I called an ambulance. While I was on the phone he woke up and managed to climb into bed.
I didn't drive with the ambulance but stayed in his house after it left to make sure that the cooker etc. wasn't switched on and to make sure all doors were locked. When I got out to my car I realized that I was running short on gasoline and that I had forgot my purse at home. I decided that I had enough gasoline left to reach my friends restaurant which is on the way to the hospital so I drove off. Between my dads home and the hospital is also a low bridge and just as I reached it - the bridge went up due to a tall ship passing below.
I eventually managed to borrow some money for gasoline and arrived at the hospital where they were examining him. I was pretty much in a state of chock and the madness just keept excellerating. Denmark is a homogenic contry and while my dad don't think about me and my Korean adopted brothers and sister as *non Danes* he's first of all old and afterwards prejudist as hell, like most Danes from his generation, when it comes to other people with *different ethnic origin than white. When presented with a *female*, *dark skinned* doctor from *Shrilanka* he started to make comments like "Where are you from?", "Do you have a real medical degree?" and he just keept going and going...
In the end, things got so bizarre that I ended up telling my very old dad, who just fainted, was knocked unconsceious and had a massive swelling in his back head, to basically "shut the fuck up!". He then tried to explain that he only wanted to make her aware that he perceived her as equal eventhough she was a *woman* and was from *Shrilanka* - that was when I lost it completely. So instead of taking his condition into consideration, I told him in a very unpleasant way that I didn't think she had any interest in his prejudist projections what so fucking ever.
Since my head was about to explode I took a magazine to escape for a while. He's an INTX but like my ENFJ mother, he perceives silence in the company of other people as uncomfortable so he keept on talking and talking. In the end, he fell asleep and 3 hours later the hospital told us he could go home. I drove him home and went home myself where I passed out. Later I woke up with a bad dream about him being close to dying. It's 04:52 in the morning now and I've sort of give up falling to sleep again.
Talk about a shitty day.