Thursday night, I came back to Montréal, in a somewhat peaceful state of mind.
Dad’s discharge was just a matter of time, he just needed to see the cardiologist, this morning, and then it would be pack-up time, and Mom would take him back home.
At 4h40 this afternoon, I got Mom’s confirmation that they were on their way out, and I told her to take her time setting everything up at the house, and to give me a call later. And then nothing.
Little Bro and I tried to reach them at home. No response. On their cell phone… No response. I tried at their business, in case Mom would have decided to go get some paperwork done. Nothing either.
I then decided to call the hospital, where I was told that Dad hadn’t been discharged after all.
It seems like Dad had another arrhythmia episode, as he was getting ready to leave.
Just when you think you can breathe easy, Life has another lemon with your name on it. At least, they caught the episode before he left. Only God knows what could have happened if his heart had misbehaved while at home.
I guess we’re not out of the wagon just yet.
No more bad news, Life… Please?!