Quickwitter



Sep 18

TRUTHFUL TUESDAY - Traveiling with DAD edition
© Laura Quick
I’m putting this here in case i lose my father again on this trip.It’s been pretty much a daily event. I never raised children, this shit is hard.
I love my father, he’s 83, and normally very clear and energetic. I wouldn’t have come on this trip with him if he wasn’t. International travel is not easy. Especially dealing with jet lag and a complete change in routine. We’ve been keeping a grueling pace and he’s not used to that. He’s kept up admirably but it’s taken its toll on him. We’re all exhausted, my Dad most of all.
The most recent adventure took place last night and ended with my filing a missing persons report.
Here’s the cobbled together back story. Last night we arrived in Barcelona. Nice hotel, with a bar in the hotel lobby. Dad decided to go down for a gimlet. I joined him. He had another gimlet. They made it wrong, gave him the screwed-up glass and made a fresh glass. He had Remy Martin and a full dinner. Our group decided to head into town, he didn’t want to go and when we left him, he was having a cup of coffee and heading straight back to the room.
When we returned he was gone from the bar, and hadn’t been to the room.
We spent three hours looking for him both in the hotel and out in the neighborhood. No luck, so we ended up going to the police station. Just as we finished the missing persons paperwork, a call came through that he’d been found. We came back to the hotel and he had no explanation for what had happened.
Here’s what we think happened.
He left the bar, (without paying his bill) and couldn’t remember where our room was. He wandered around the hotel until he found an open door on the 2nd floor, then went inside and fell asleep. The girls staying in the room came back after midnight, saw him and called security. They sent up an officer who rousted my Dad and brought him to the lobby. He wasn’t making any sense.
We returned to the hotel and he was awfully muddled, though more sober than before. Then, he couldn’t tell me what floor or room was ours. It was really odd.
He’s no longer allowed to drink on this trip and as a result, today was MUCH better, he knows where the room is and stayed with the group.
I’ve known him to have a glass of wine, maybe two, but never to get plastered like he was last night.

TRUTHFUL TUESDAY - Traveiling with DAD edition

© Laura Quick

I’m putting this here in case i lose my father again on this trip.It’s been pretty much a daily event. I never raised children, this shit is hard.

I love my father, he’s 83, and normally very clear and energetic. I wouldn’t have come on this trip with him if he wasn’t. International travel is not easy. Especially dealing with jet lag and a complete change in routine. We’ve been keeping a grueling pace and he’s not used to that. He’s kept up admirably but it’s taken its toll on him. We’re all exhausted, my Dad most of all.

The most recent adventure took place last night and ended with my filing a missing persons report.

Here’s the cobbled together back story. Last night we arrived in Barcelona. Nice hotel, with a bar in the hotel lobby. Dad decided to go down for a gimlet. I joined him. He had another gimlet. They made it wrong, gave him the screwed-up glass and made a fresh glass. He had Remy Martin and a full dinner. Our group decided to head into town, he didn’t want to go and when we left him, he was having a cup of coffee and heading straight back to the room.

When we returned he was gone from the bar, and hadn’t been to the room.

We spent three hours looking for him both in the hotel and out in the neighborhood. No luck, so we ended up going to the police station. Just as we finished the missing persons paperwork, a call came through that he’d been found. We came back to the hotel and he had no explanation for what had happened.

Here’s what we think happened.

He left the bar, (without paying his bill) and couldn’t remember where our room was. He wandered around the hotel until he found an open door on the 2nd floor, then went inside and fell asleep. The girls staying in the room came back after midnight, saw him and called security. They sent up an officer who rousted my Dad and brought him to the lobby. He wasn’t making any sense.

We returned to the hotel and he was awfully muddled, though more sober than before. Then, he couldn’t tell me what floor or room was ours. It was really odd.

He’s no longer allowed to drink on this trip and as a result, today was MUCH better, he knows where the room is and stayed with the group.

I’ve known him to have a glass of wine, maybe two, but never to get plastered like he was last night.

Notes

  1. mywhorton said: How scary… my husband had a TGA episode a number of years ago and it reminds me of that. You can look it up.. it’s some weird stuff.
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