My dad went in for an angiogram (sp?) on Friday, because he's supposed to have another surgery on his wrist/hand and his heart doctor wanted to check things out first, and they found four arteries blocked ( Read more... )

Dad and I are never going to survive the eight or so weeks he's off work from his surgery.

Mom and Dad are at Pam and Brock's for the week. Yay! They left Sunday morning ( Read more... )

Why does he insist on moving things around all the damn time? He (dad) hates it when we (mom or I) move his stuff, yet he's always moving our stuff around so we can't find it ( Read more... )

Dad woke up this morning with the nasty flu that mom had ( Read more... )

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My dad fractured his wrist at work this morning, but because of the holiday weekend he can't get in to see an orthopedic and get a cast until Tuesday.

Tuesday! That's four days away!

The ER wrapped it and everything, but still. Four days!

My dad helped catch a thief yesterday ( Read more... )

My dad and I share a bathroom, which also means that we share a medicine cabinet and a vanity. I opened his drawer in the vanity to put something away, and found a sample of Levitra.

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I did NOT need to know that my dad is having those kinds of problems and that he's taking something for them. *shudder*

I put all my clean clothes away this morning, including underthings and socks. As tedious as that is, and as much as I dislike doing it, I do like having everything put away. Now I won't have to go digging through a basket to find a matching bra and panty set. Yay ( Read more... )