the veil of causality
so my dad is in the hospital
and I'm not 100% sure as to why
he was in Ohio at my aunt's house and didn't feel/look very healthy on Saturday but he was his stubborn self and told them that he was gonna get it checked out when he got back to Detroit. On Sunday he was outside doubled over in pain when my cousin Kelly noticed so they told him to cut the crap and called 911. I guess it has something to do with his heart (he may have actually had a heart attack but it's kinda unclear at this stage). What I do know is that the doctors drained something like 2 gallons of fluid out of him which doesn't really explain to me where his heart gets involved in the problem but at the moment it's looking like he may need surgery. I talked to him on the phone earlier today (I guess it's good that he can talk at least) and he sounded more worn out than I've ever heard him sound. so of course my mom is calling this a blessing in disguise because he's finally being looked at by a doctor (which he's needed for some time now) and she's right, but it still pisses me off that she would say something like that. tomorrow morning I'm driving to Dayton with my mom and sister to go see him and then I'm coming back the next night for my birthday plus the garage sale the day after that and everythingissohecticrightnowthatImightjustimplode...
and I'm not 100% sure as to why
he was in Ohio at my aunt's house and didn't feel/look very healthy on Saturday but he was his stubborn self and told them that he was gonna get it checked out when he got back to Detroit. On Sunday he was outside doubled over in pain when my cousin Kelly noticed so they told him to cut the crap and called 911. I guess it has something to do with his heart (he may have actually had a heart attack but it's kinda unclear at this stage). What I do know is that the doctors drained something like 2 gallons of fluid out of him which doesn't really explain to me where his heart gets involved in the problem but at the moment it's looking like he may need surgery. I talked to him on the phone earlier today (I guess it's good that he can talk at least) and he sounded more worn out than I've ever heard him sound. so of course my mom is calling this a blessing in disguise because he's finally being looked at by a doctor (which he's needed for some time now) and she's right, but it still pisses me off that she would say something like that. tomorrow morning I'm driving to Dayton with my mom and sister to go see him and then I'm coming back the next night for my birthday plus the garage sale the day after that and everythingissohecticrightnowthatImightjustimplode...