Dad
My dad's in the hospital, under observation. He woke up early this morning with a massive heart arrhythmia. It wasn't a heart attack proper, and it could just be a stress response (guess where I got my work ethic?). It could also be a blockage of some kind. We should hopefully get more news tomorrow.
I don't believe in any higher power, but if you happen to have an in with yours, can you ask it a favor from me? My dad is so close to retirement — the kind he deserves, with love (Dad and Mom were actual high-school sweethearts, still marrried, still in love) and plenty of money, and finally time to go sail around the coast of Italy if he wants to. He so deserves more time to do those things. He's also a tough mofo, so I'm hopeful. But still. Not really great news.
If-not-good-at-least-cute news: doctors and nurses keep walking into his room looking for "63-year-old-male, history of minor heart trouble" and saying "oh, sorry, wrong room" and trying to leave. Until the robust handsome 50-ish-looking guy convinces them that no, really, there's no mistake. He's having a lot of fun with that, at least. Plus enforced rest and reading. That can't be all bad, right?
Posted by Liz at September 14, 2003 10:51 PM