Today is three weeks since my Dad got his infection.
He's home now, but he's already been in the hospital twice, and had as high as a 104 Fever.
Today when I called him, my Dad said.
"Mitch, I'm very tired, all I want to do is sleep"
This is all just pure hell.
So much so, that I could give two shits that in this time, I've fallen down two large flights of stairs, and have a deep cut on my arm.
On Tuesday, when I went to my neurologist's office, his nurse commented.
"You've been here a lot lately"
They gave me an interim med to deal with my seemingly constant migraines. I have to go for allergy testing soon.
I want, hope , and pray for only one thing.
For my Dad to get better, with as much as the man is suffering.
The rest, I will figure out, and will take care of itself.
He's home now, but he's already been in the hospital twice, and had as high as a 104 Fever.
Today when I called him, my Dad said.
"Mitch, I'm very tired, all I want to do is sleep"
This is all just pure hell.
So much so, that I could give two shits that in this time, I've fallen down two large flights of stairs, and have a deep cut on my arm.
On Tuesday, when I went to my neurologist's office, his nurse commented.
"You've been here a lot lately"
They gave me an interim med to deal with my seemingly constant migraines. I have to go for allergy testing soon.
I want, hope , and pray for only one thing.
For my Dad to get better, with as much as the man is suffering.
The rest, I will figure out, and will take care of itself.
