I just got off the phone with my Dad – the doctor released him from the hospital finally (he’s been there for 4 days) and sent him home. He has already left, and sounded happy to be back in the real world! He will still have to continue treatment for the infection, but it can be managed from home now.
On the other hand, I haven’t heard back from my doctor’s office with the official test results. My foot and ankle have been pain-free for two days now, so hopefully it won’t come back!
This weekend, Houston will have runoff elections to select a new mayor for the city. Lee Brown is out *wild cheer from the crowd* and either Bill White or Orlando Sanchez will be in. Of course there are commercials running this time around, but they are trying to court the voters that voted for Sylvester Turner in the November elections, so they have been pretty low key. I’ve been really bummed and upset that I haven’t seen the one with Orlando Sanchez glowing like Jesus on Easter morning. Fortunately, I was able to snap the above photo of it off the Tivo to preserve a memory. See how everyone around him, no matter what their race is, is dim in comparision to him.
Really, does anyone else have a glow like that? Barbara Walters gets to have that lovely soft filter effect when she’s on TV, and Orlando? He gets the Orlando Glow…
All of my random thoughts, rolled in to one. What more could you ask for?
:: My Dad is still in the hospital. I went to see him after my test this morning; the doctor told him he will probably get out “maybe Friday”. Hopefully they got that right. His arm is looking better, but still not normal. It’s getting there though.
:: I had my arterial doppler this morning. The tech said that everything looks good. The doctor’s office should have the results by Friday.
:: I had a quick lunch today with Emily, Michelle, Natalie and Ashley. It was great to get to see them! We must do that again soon.
:: Did you know that BlogShares has closed down? I wish I knew how much I had had in my acocunt before the end.
:: Speaking of endings – did anyone else catch that most recent ER? With Dr. Romano? And the … ? I laughed. I laughed hard. He was such a jackmonkey – it was a fitting way to get rid of him, wasn’t it? It still amuses me. Is ER on tomorrow night? I wonder if anyone has finally figured out that Romano is missing? Wow. To end his character like that. Priceless.
:: Speaking of Emily – I’ve heard what the two names would be if they were hyphenated when she gets married. I can’t tell you what it would be, but I can tell you – it’s hysterical! No wonder she wants to change it!
:: Don’t you hate it when you think of things that you want to blog about, but by the time you can sit down to write about them you have nothing to say? Yeah, I know that feeling. I have several “unfinished” blog posts in my mind. I always wonder if other people do that too. Do you mentally compose blog posts hours before you can write them?
Yeah, I told you it was random…
I never used to be the type of person to get stressed out and worried over every little thing. Now, certain things can make me quite anxious. Most of the time I can figure out the path that has lead me to my new-found anxiety, which helps for some reason, but it still bothers me that I can be so paranoid at times. I think it’s a symptom for the most part of being a Dot Com Bomb victim in the past. Matter of fact, today marks the 1 year anniversary of the day I left my last Dot Com related job. But that’s not the point right now…
My Mom left me a voice mail message at work yesterday to let me know that they were admitting my Dad to the hospital to administer IV drugs. She wanted to know if I could take Jason to his Scout meeting (my Dad normally goes), but she didn’t leave any more details on the message.
I felt the waves of panic coming on as I tried to reach her or my Dad. I called every number I had, but had no luck getting ahold of anyone for 20 – 30 minutes.
My Dad has had problems with high blood pressure and diabetes since I was 10 – maybe even earlier, but that was when he was diagnosed. He is the first male in his direct family tree line to make it past 50 in 4 generations or so. My grandfather died in his 40s thanks to a stroke. My great-grandfather and great-great-grandfather also died in their 40s. So the reason for my worry over the past 25 years is pretty valid. It’s not something I think about often, but I think about it – especially after seeing a cardiologist myself last week.
I finally spoke to my Mom. It turned out that my Dad bumped his arm last Wednesday. On Friday he went in to see the doctor because it was red and inflamed. They put him on antibiotics, but yesterday he went to see an orthopedic about it. It still hurt, and he was worried that maybe he had broken his arm. He didn’t – but it is still red, inflamed, and really hot from his elbow to his wrist. Obviously, after 3 days on antibiotics, that shouldn’t have been the case.
So they admitted him to the hospital and are administering antibiotics via IV. I am sure that he will be ok. But I can’t help but worry that he won’t be. I’m angry because I know he doesn’t take good care of himself like he should – he’s on medicine for his blood pressure and insulin for his diabetes, but this morning when I told him I would be at the hospital tomorrow for my arterial doppler and we could “do breakfast” he said jokingly that I should bring him donuts and coffee from Dunkin’ Donuts. Yeah, sure, but we all know medicine is important and now a days there are treatments of regenerative medicine like ECM cues that can help with the health a lot.
I’ll bring a diabetic some donuts. No thanks – I’m not going to enable him to eat poorly. I know he was joking, but I know it’s not too far from the truth either.
More than being angry, I’m scared. I guess that’s part of growing up and being an adult – facing the reality that life doesn’t go on forever and your parents won’t always be around. I know he will come out of this just fine, I’m not worried about that. It’s just a reality I don’t like to think about, and it’s scary when life jars you and makes you realize the truth.