things change so quickly
the last week of my life has been really bad.
i haven't slept for more than four hours combined.
on monday night i was at my friend rachel's house with sean, then i got a phone call.
after i got the news sean and i rushed to the emergency room at banner medical.
my dad had a heart attack.
only family was allowed in so i went back behind the ER, my dad looked so pale.
it was scary.
my mom was in california and my sister was no help at all...
so i spent the night with my dad that night in room D319.
i didn't sleep, people kept coming in.
it smelled like hospital, not to mention there were noises of severe pain and anguish at all hours of the night.
the next day my dad went in for his heart cath....
then the doctor came out and gave me the news.
my dad's heart could not be fixed with stints, it was broken.
i cried when he told me what had to be done.
i know how my dad gets, anxious and scared.
it was like he was a small child all over again.
i hated it so much.
on thursday morning dad went in for open heart surgery.
he had a quintuple bypass.
all three of his main arteries were completely clogged.
the doctor told me he didn't know how my dad was still alive.
so they sawed his sternum and pried open his rib cage.
then they killed him and let a machine breathe and pump his blood for him.
they cut big veins out of his leg and replaced the broken ones from dad's heart.
then they put his heart back in and told me his body would understand, and find a way through the new veins.
all of this really bothered me.
people are becoming machines with all the broken parts we're replacing.
he is now two whole days past his surgery and still in the ICU until early this morning.
i hope he can come home for christmas.
i haven't slept for more than four hours combined.
on monday night i was at my friend rachel's house with sean, then i got a phone call.
after i got the news sean and i rushed to the emergency room at banner medical.
my dad had a heart attack.
only family was allowed in so i went back behind the ER, my dad looked so pale.
it was scary.
my mom was in california and my sister was no help at all...
so i spent the night with my dad that night in room D319.
i didn't sleep, people kept coming in.
it smelled like hospital, not to mention there were noises of severe pain and anguish at all hours of the night.
the next day my dad went in for his heart cath....
then the doctor came out and gave me the news.
my dad's heart could not be fixed with stints, it was broken.
i cried when he told me what had to be done.
i know how my dad gets, anxious and scared.
it was like he was a small child all over again.
i hated it so much.
on thursday morning dad went in for open heart surgery.
he had a quintuple bypass.
all three of his main arteries were completely clogged.
the doctor told me he didn't know how my dad was still alive.
so they sawed his sternum and pried open his rib cage.
then they killed him and let a machine breathe and pump his blood for him.
they cut big veins out of his leg and replaced the broken ones from dad's heart.
then they put his heart back in and told me his body would understand, and find a way through the new veins.
all of this really bothered me.
people are becoming machines with all the broken parts we're replacing.
he is now two whole days past his surgery and still in the ICU until early this morning.
i hope he can come home for christmas.