“bring it on” was what i wrote.
so, it was brought on. at 2:20 this morning, the hospital called. dad was agitated, they put him on the high pressure oxygen thing, he tried to get out of bed, very agitated. should i go there? no, said the nurse, i’ll call you if this situation changes.
i gathered together some clothes and laid in bed, waiting for another call, which came at 3:05. i roared out of the driveway in kevin’s cadillac, and the roads were very quiet and i tried to not speed too much, but was prepared to say I HAVE TO GET TO MY DAD WHO MIGHT BE DYING.
i got there in record time, and held dad’s hand. he calmed down eventually, and then amy, jim, mom and aunt sandy showed up about five.
eventually they took the breathing thing off him and his lungs continue to work remarkably well for somebody whose lungs are shot.
but his abdomen, swollen, all blocked up, i won’t graphic detail but it’s not pretty and you’d think they’d be able to get it taken care of but so far it’s not happening.
the morning was lots of waiting and doctors coming in and waiting and waiting.
i came home at one this afternoon and slept in bed with three of the four animals and everybody was happy.
kevin got home tonight at eight, which was great.
he could have gotten home an hour an a half earlier but the GPS had him suddenly going west on some county road, when he should have been going north and east. he got so mad that he hurled the GPS right out the window.
right now my only hope is that i get to sleep all night. but i won’t count on that.
not on fire, not on fire, i am not on fire.
ok ok ok,
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