Monday, March 12, 2012

Roundabouts

This is what happens when you try to write a blog about the weekend, from the worried 8am start in work on Friday to the getting home on Sunday, shattered, full of Supermacs and residual anxiety.

Everything comes back jumbled.

From walking down the hospital corridor and the alcoholic hand gunk, to the old men wheezing on their backs. A hotel mattress so soft that we couldn't help but meet in its middle, and tiny squabbles that never turned septic.

From my Dad's finest Brendan O'Connor impersonation, to the fact that he needed a shave, a hug, a kiss and some fresh pyjamas.

From my colleague, my friend in work, who took on my shift at a moment's notice and offered me one of his in return, when he didn't have to. A man who fakes his own parsimony.

The roundabouts, the incessant roundabouts between Castletroy and the Regional, and her willingness to go wherever I needed, whenever I needed, giving me whatever it was that I could use of hers.

The hotel bar that we were too tired to drink in and the chronic sameness of the towel racks on the wall.

The mushroom soup from Avoca, for my Mam, so she wouldn't have a packet of Tayto for her lunch again, and my Dad telling me about the man that recognised him in the hospital corridor, the man that went to school with him in Vincent's and hadn't seen him since 1965.

The Chinese takeaway eaten hungrily and the absence of any drink at all, talk of who'd been in to see him and how Ger had hurt her eye.

A clicker going click every time the words 'I'm fine' were uttered and nobody falling for any of that craic.

The distraction of American guests and handed out toffee cake, hoovered out rooms and dusted down shelves, eyes giving people away, and kisses on the head for each of my family.

13 comments:

Kath said...

Is he going to be OK Radge? My thoughts are with you.

Fran said...

Hope poppa Radge is on the mend.

Radge said...

He is, Kath, and cheers Fran...

Andrew said...

I reckon when you look back over this blog in years to come it will be the lucid, evocative accounts of difficult times such as this one that you will be most glad to have written, and most proud of. Best wishes to you and your dad.

Kitty Catastrophe said...

I hope your Dad is doing alright. A jumbled but really great post nonetheless.

Radge said...

Andrew - The very same to you, all I could think after reading your latest entry was 'whew.' I hadn't got the words to write anything, but the same sentiment applies.

Kitty Cat - Thanks a lot, really appreciate it.

In other news, this new comments page is tough on the eyes.

This Limbo said...

That perfectly describes the first hovering visit of relatives around the hospital bed.

I doff my cap to this post.

Karen said...

Lovely post. Really hope your Dad is better soon. Good luck to you all.

Radge said...

Regina and Karen - Thanks. He's home now, probably stalking me on the internet!

Holemaster said...

Janey Mackers and Jesus Christ Tonight. I was just checking in to see what condition your condition was in but turns out it was your Dad's condition.

Glad to hear Dadge is OK and home.

Radge said...

Holemaster - The man otherwise known as Goldmaster is back in the fit of his health.

Holemaster said...

So the old man is Goldmaster.

Radge said...

That's correct. He used to be a jeweller.