Where ya been?
A little more than two weeks ago, my dad called my sister and told her he couldn’t breathe and we needed to get there ASAP.
Turns out he had a heart attack. A week later, he had a triple bypass. There was much dramatics in figuring out where he’d have the surgery because of insurance and the fact that his primary insurer is the Veteran’s Administration, but he did get it. He’s recovering pretty well and is currently in a rehab center, getting his strength back.
He’s doing pretty well, I think. He’s stopped flirting with nurses and has now moved on to ornery, so that must mean they are working him hard in the rehab! We’re so grateful that he’s alive and recovering that we don’t even mind that he’s crabby.
I’ve got a couple of things running around in my mind, so I’m sure I’ll be back with a post soon.
I’ll leave you with something my dad says. My sister and I have heard it so many times that we sorta roll our eyes (to ourselves, that is!) but it almost never fails to get a laugh when my dad says it to someone (who hasn’t heard it about 700,000,000 times in their life):
“Why do I think I’ve survived two tours of duty in Viet Nam, 2 serious car crashes in the 60s, and having totalled 9 trucks in the 10 years before I quit driving? Well, the good Lord don’t want me and the Devil’s afraid I’ll take over!”
I can’t say I agree that the good Lord doesn’t want him, but there’s probably some truth to the Devil being afraid he’ll take over! *grin*