"Some things are meant to be...the love I feel inside for you."
*sighs* I don't even really know how to start this post.
Well, for those of you who don't know, my dad had a triple bypass about eleven years ago. I was only ten...I really don't remember much other than my mom was really worried and nervous. He had two catheterizations at that time, to open up his arteries so the blood could flow more freely. Since then, he has really had to watch what he eats...has exercised a lot more...and goes back to the Clinic regularlay for check ups.
Well...
He has to have another catheter put in. On Thursday. He had his stress test today and his doctor is concerned. He has had the procedure done before...and it's a safe procedure...but my mom is still really concerned.
I saw my dad's report from the doctor on the kitchen table when I came in tonight. I read through it twice. First time in my life I've ever seen someone refer to my father as "obese."
I'm worried about both of them. My dad has had a rough enough year as it is between switching jobs and some major bullshit from his former employer. The last thing he needs to think about is this.
All of a sudden, this Virginia Beach vacation sounds like exactly what the doctor ordered. (No pun intended.)
...that is, if we get to go.
Well, for those of you who don't know, my dad had a triple bypass about eleven years ago. I was only ten...I really don't remember much other than my mom was really worried and nervous. He had two catheterizations at that time, to open up his arteries so the blood could flow more freely. Since then, he has really had to watch what he eats...has exercised a lot more...and goes back to the Clinic regularlay for check ups.
Well...
He has to have another catheter put in. On Thursday. He had his stress test today and his doctor is concerned. He has had the procedure done before...and it's a safe procedure...but my mom is still really concerned.
I saw my dad's report from the doctor on the kitchen table when I came in tonight. I read through it twice. First time in my life I've ever seen someone refer to my father as "obese."
I'm worried about both of them. My dad has had a rough enough year as it is between switching jobs and some major bullshit from his former employer. The last thing he needs to think about is this.
All of a sudden, this Virginia Beach vacation sounds like exactly what the doctor ordered. (No pun intended.)
...that is, if we get to go.