Have a good one, y’all. Everything is as well as to be expected. I will be back later this week with another update.
Thank you to everyone.
My father is home for the weekend. He did not have a heart attack. For which I am very grateful. But, he will be going back next Thursday for open heart surgery. As you can all well imagine, things are hectic. I’m not sure when I will be back.
Keep him in your prayers,please.
The day after my youngest son was born my father came down with the worst case of the chicken pox his doctor had ever seen. Apparently, my father managed to go most of his life without ever having been exposed. This includes a bout that my brother and I went through when we were little. Weird.
Two weeks after the Chicken Pox Incident my husband woke me up early in the morning to tell me that my father was in the ER, his grandparents were on the way to watch the boys, and I needed to get dressed. He had had the first of what turned out to be four heart attacks. The next few days were a complete blur. We went from Wellstar D, to Wellstar C, to P Hospital. It was terrifying. Every time the phone rang my heart would stop. The doctors of all three hospitals will forever be in my debt. Especially his cardiologist from P Hospital. He saved his life.He had four stents put in. They joined the two that were put in after his first heart attack, the one that took place what now seems like a lifetime ago. The one that caused him to quit smoking and eat better. Exercise more. It gave us hope that he would be okay.
Fast forward to two and a half years later. Today. This morning. When my husband again woke me up with the news that my father was in yet another hospital. And that one of his stents had possibly collapsed. That they were fairly certain he had not had another heart attack, but wanted to run some tests to be sure. Oh, and could I not go to work today, but not tell my boss why. And maybe find someone to watch the kids, but not tell them why. And be sure not to tell any of my friends. Because no one could know. Because if the wrong person found out, they could lose it all. Which of course was my number one concern. I mean, far be it from me to be more concerned with a crazy little thing like my father’s actual health, than about whether or not someone finds out he is in the hospital with heart problems. AGAIN.
I kept asking my husband if I was dreaming. It seems like we just went through all of this yesterday.How can it be happening again? I am so tired. I barely slept at all last night because of my stupid stye. And in a few minutes I have to go wake up my mom and the boys. I came straight here after dropping my hubs off at work. Please keep my father in your prayers. I will be back with an update just as soon as I know exactly what is going on.
And it makes me wanna cry…
Dude. It is really kicking my ass. I called out of work yesterday, it was that bad.
Mary Mother of God, are you people all frickin’ morons? No, really. I’m serious.
I work in a children’s re-sale store. It is almost SUMMER. WHY WOULD YOU THINK WE WOULD BE TAKING WINTER CLOTHES? THIS IS THE SOUTH. USE YOUR BRAINS.
Sorry, it just gets very annoying on a daily basis to have to say the same thing over and over and over again. What really kills me? When they get offended that we are no longer taking fall/winter clothing.
Don’t even get me started on the spots/smells,etc.
Catch ya later, Gator…
I know, I have been horrible about posting lately. For many reasons. The biggest one being I don’t have my computer in my house anymore. It has become increasingly difficult for me to write while my parent’s are re-inacting their version of the Spanish Inquisition. I feel rushed. I don’t like being rushed. Plus, I also have to stop in the middle of what I am doing to chase after the boys. Which is ridiculous. And no matter how early I arrive, she always says “you should have come earlier if you wanted to get on the computer”. Which never fails to really piss me off. It’s my goddamn computer!
It’s just a lot of crap. I barely even have time to leave comments on all my friends blogs. Which also makes me feel like crap. I miss you guys. A lot. I’m not even sure when I will be able to get my computer back. As a matter of fact, I have decided to ask for a lap top for my birthday. It’s next month. Keep your fingers crossed.
I am more than ready to be back. I am trying to be positive, but it aint easy. Just know that I am thinking of all of you. And missing the hell out of you all.
We are all okay. No major damage, just some tree debris.
My heart goes out to all those people who have suffered greater losses.You are all in my prayers.