Jun 05, 2007 09:07
So, my father's in the hospital. Has been since yesterday, when he passed out at work. And yet I tell absolutely no one until today. Never believe me when I say I'm fine, all right?
Dad has a heart condition, has for a long time. The left side of his heart isn't as efficient as the left. A few years back, he had a pacemaker installed. Unfortunately, it appears that it's not working as well now as it used to, and he's had fluid gathering in his lungs. Congestive heart failure, the doctor says. I don't like the sound of that.
Anyway, he had an angiogram yesterday, and today, he's getting a new kind of pacemaker. The cardiologist is optimistic, so I am, too. But I had to see my father in a hospital bed yesterday. I hated that. I didn't even want to go over to the hospital, but I owed it to my mom to give her my support, and I owed it to my dad to let him know all his kids are on board. But I hated it.
Anyone who knows me knows I'm a daddy's girl, always have been. Things like this remind me that I won't have him forever. I don't want to face that.
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