As blog readers remember, earlier in the week, my father went into the hospital when he started bleeding uncontrollably from the nose and mouth.
The doctors said that he’d just broken a blood vessel or something, so they apparently packed up his nostrils with something resembling a tampon and shipped him home.
The whole experience was kind of freaky for me because:
1. I am very close to my dad.
2. Hearing the words dad, bleeding and hospital in the same sentence are far from comforting.
3. Although I don’t live too far away, I do live in another city and it was hard to sit impotently waiting for news.
Anyway, I was told the whole thing was no big deal and they unpacked the affected area on Monday and sent him back home to rest. However, last night the bleeding started up again and he had to head back to the hospital.
(Ironically enough, this happened directly after my mom had finished explaining to one of our relatives that everything was okay now.)
Now I fully realize that everything is going to be okay, but considering this has managed to happen twice within one week that also managed to contain a job rejection and a neighbour suicide, I feel a little bit like I’ve spent the last 120 hours being pulled slowly through a shredder.
So while I actually really wanted to write something funny today, it feels like it is not going to happen for me right now.
My apologies for being braindead. Catch you all next week!