Back in May, right when I lost my job, my father was in the hospital with a septic blood infection. They told him at that time that he was very fortunate because most people who ended up with what he had wait too long and by the time they make it to the hospital, they are there to die. (And my lovely ex-employer docked me a day's severence pay because I went to see my dad in the hospital because he was critically ill)
We're at my parent's now and this morning my dad said that he had to go to the city, when I asked why, he didn't want to say. Well, all of you know me by now...
He is having the same symptoms as in May, so he's in the er right now and they are doing tests. They never really figured out why it happened the first time, and now he's sick again. I'm just not ready to lose my dad.
Inside me is a thin woman trying to get out. I usually shut the bitch up with a martini.