Tired

Okay, so it's the end of day #2 with my dad in the hospital. I've been visiting him everytime I can get into the ICU. Mom is with me each time. I've racked my brain, asked every doctor or nurse every question I could think of. I've patted, rubbed, fed, scrubbed, medicated, handed, pulled, lifted, watered, adjusted and comforted him as much as he wanted. I'm exhausted. I left the hospital tonight at 10 and felt like I should cry from being exhausted. Mentally, physically, emotionally exhausted. I've not shown those feelings to Mom or Dad. I've been strong and positive and diligent about Dad's care. I'm pooped! I'm fearful that Dad's recuperation will be long and never complete. He's a very hard patient. Mom doesn't deal well with stressful situations and Dad's not the politest man to be around. I sure wish my other two sisters were closer!!!!!!!!!!!