My dad has been in the heart hospital for a few days now with atrial fibrillation. The other night we went to visit and climbed onto his hospital bed.
I just got home from seeing him again. The poor guy is going insane having to sit there and do nothing all day. He's been making some pretty funny jokes though... like changing his "special diet" on the nurses' whiteboard to say STEAK, and saying he's considered pushing the call button and then laying on the floor pretending he's dead (okay, so that one might be borderline inappropriate). I love you Dad, and hope you get to go home soon.
You know what else? Clint is really really sick. I'm so sad that he has to spend his spring break coughing up his lungs and puking. That's no fun for either of us.
And then there's me -- just trying to stay healthy and survive this week.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009