I lick my brain in silence...
So...
Spent today at the hospital. From about 5 this morning till about half an hour ago.
My stepmom, uncle, aunt, Karen's mom and dad and sister were all there.
Me and Jim went to smoke whilest we waited to hear what was going on and compared music tracks on our i-pods... Nerds! He made me lol when he showed me his ipod and a random porno movie popped up.
So back to the subject at hand we were out smoking and were coming back and when we were walking down the long corridor down to the visitors lounge we saw the surgeoun looking glum and talking to Karen who at this point was standing up. Me and Jim pretty much started running to get there to see what was going on.
The surgery took alot less time to do like 3 hrs I think.. And it was all fine and dandy. We could only see dad in ICU about 15 minutes each every hour.
The first hour nothing he was out and wasn't responding to anything, typical after doing such a procedure.
The second time he responded to Karen's voice by tightening his hand around hers.
And the third time is the first time this whole fucking situation where I was actually freaked out and it was when my dad came too. He had this look like a scared child and started trying to pull his resperator out and this just made me breakdown.. I hadn't cried the whole time this was going on I was just trying to make everyone think positive and be happy by telling jokes but seeing my own father that scared really took the wind out of my sails.
After that we still had to wait and I slept an hour in the waiting room seeing as I only got 2 hours of sleep last night.
The last time we went in there he was halfway coherent and was opening and closing his eyes, we had to keep feeding him ice because i'm sure he was fucking thirsty as a motherfucker. BUT his color looked great, it seems like the last 3 years my old man has had this greyish tint and it is all because the last time they did his heart operation 1995. They fucked up sooo royally that the doctor FUCKING DESTROYED THE PAPERWORK ON MY FATHERS OPERATION!!!
CAn you believe that shit?!
But he was looking good and even made a joke, after that operation the patient needs a pillow to hold over there chest as they cough up fluid so as not to pop any stiches and my dad says, "Is this my mighty mouse pillow." Karen responded, "No it's one the hospital brought it." and my dad promptly replied, "Son of a bitch!" it was the greatest thing ever and gave me a feeling of relief that everything is going to be allright.
I also promised my dad and karen that if dad takes the necessary precautions to be healthy I will quit smoking. And to me that is a steep order and I intend to keep that promise.
-Tony
Spent today at the hospital. From about 5 this morning till about half an hour ago.
My stepmom, uncle, aunt, Karen's mom and dad and sister were all there.
Me and Jim went to smoke whilest we waited to hear what was going on and compared music tracks on our i-pods... Nerds! He made me lol when he showed me his ipod and a random porno movie popped up.
So back to the subject at hand we were out smoking and were coming back and when we were walking down the long corridor down to the visitors lounge we saw the surgeoun looking glum and talking to Karen who at this point was standing up. Me and Jim pretty much started running to get there to see what was going on.
The surgery took alot less time to do like 3 hrs I think.. And it was all fine and dandy. We could only see dad in ICU about 15 minutes each every hour.
The first hour nothing he was out and wasn't responding to anything, typical after doing such a procedure.
The second time he responded to Karen's voice by tightening his hand around hers.
And the third time is the first time this whole fucking situation where I was actually freaked out and it was when my dad came too. He had this look like a scared child and started trying to pull his resperator out and this just made me breakdown.. I hadn't cried the whole time this was going on I was just trying to make everyone think positive and be happy by telling jokes but seeing my own father that scared really took the wind out of my sails.
After that we still had to wait and I slept an hour in the waiting room seeing as I only got 2 hours of sleep last night.
The last time we went in there he was halfway coherent and was opening and closing his eyes, we had to keep feeding him ice because i'm sure he was fucking thirsty as a motherfucker. BUT his color looked great, it seems like the last 3 years my old man has had this greyish tint and it is all because the last time they did his heart operation 1995. They fucked up sooo royally that the doctor FUCKING DESTROYED THE PAPERWORK ON MY FATHERS OPERATION!!!
CAn you believe that shit?!
But he was looking good and even made a joke, after that operation the patient needs a pillow to hold over there chest as they cough up fluid so as not to pop any stiches and my dad says, "Is this my mighty mouse pillow." Karen responded, "No it's one the hospital brought it." and my dad promptly replied, "Son of a bitch!" it was the greatest thing ever and gave me a feeling of relief that everything is going to be allright.
I also promised my dad and karen that if dad takes the necessary precautions to be healthy I will quit smoking. And to me that is a steep order and I intend to keep that promise.
-Tony