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Wow, my life couldn't possibly get any shittier. I hate the fucking hospital. Just being on the property, I get a feeling of death. Not to mention, I wasn't there under the best circumstances. Turns out when we took my dad to the hospital, there was a good possibitly he was lying on his deathbed and we didn't even know it. I spent the whole night in the ER with my mom, sister, and Brian. My mom and my sister were balling their eyes out all day cuz we had no idea what was going on. Apparently my dad's large intestine burst, and the severe pain was coming from acids and the contents of his large intestine that were let out when his intestine burst. If it would have been caught later, he would have basically poinsoned himself to death. He had to have emergency surgery. They cut out 6 inches of damaged large intestine and part of his colon. He looks a hell of a lot better than he did yesterday, he's actually talking and stuff, but he still isn't out of the red yet. Got my fingers crossed that things go well and he heals fast...Updates to come...