Well, make that 24 days, and counting.
I was tempted to name this post “Are you f*ckidding me?”… But I waited a little bit, until I calmed down, and decided that there was no need to be negative.
But yes, today brought its share of bad news. Again.
It is starting to look like a bad reality show. It is pathetic. We were looking forward to have Dad transfered back home after the successful heart surgery… But while I was at the hospital, before my 2h30 to midnight shift, we were told that he was having new cardiac problems.
Oh come on!!
Dad had tachycardia (heart running -way- too fast) and fibrillation (heart not giving a dang about beating regularely).
Up side? He is in the best hospital, and has access to the best specialists if this should end up being a serious problem. Dad is taken care of by the most caring nurses, and has more visit than most of his neighbours… That’ll help him heal for sure!
Now, I am begging you Murphy… Could you please find someone else to pick on?? Seriously! I am running out of energy/positivity/diplomacy.
If you make me write another whining post, I’ll find you and kick you in the nuts so hard, only dogs will be able to hear your ultrasonic voice!
I warned you!