erg. i was really sick on friday, some sort of stomach thing that ended up working itself out by saturday morning, but i definitly could barely function on friday. it got me out of work early, i dosed myself with a handful on nyquil liquicaps, and slept for 17 straight hours. problem solved. however this was just the start to a shitty weekend i guess.
saturday i hear from a friend in CT that he has 4 free passes to springfield's six flags, for sunday. sounds awesome i say. saturday night, after seeing da vinci code, i forgot to turn my ringer back on on my cell phone, and thus woke up super late on sunday, with barely enough time to shower before having to leave for six flags. on the way there, i check my voicemails, and along with SIXTEEN missed calls from the kid who picked me up (hahahah 16 calls, and he POUNDED on my front door for an hour, before i woke up) i had one from my stepsister back in PA. very suspicious, as i dont really EVER talk to them, unless its a holiday, and NEVER on the phone. at 7am she called to tell me my dad had a heart attack last night. amazing. so im on my way to a fucking amusement park, when my dad is recovering from a heart attack in the hospital. GREAT. talk about ruining your day.
OH BUT IT GET WORSE! apparently someone told mother nature that we didnt have enough 40 degree raining weather all winter, and so about 2 hours after we get there, its FREEZING outside (hi, i wore shorts thanks) and pouring, absolutely pouring, rain. sweeeeeeeet. we left early obviously, got some food, and drove home. now i have to wait until this coming weekend to even go visit my dad.
i am told it was a mild heart attack, they are doing testing tomorrow to see if it was arterial or whatever else, and he should be released tuesday. but its my dad for fucks sake, and i want to see him. he told my stepsisters not to even call me until he was released, because he didnt want me driving down there and missing work. hahah we are so similar sometimes. i would literally be on my death bed before i even called anyone. they told him to quit smoking, and stop drinking 800 cups of coffee a day. they are weaning him off that now, he is only allowed 3 cups today
i guess smoking will be cold turkey, as he has no choice in the matter at the moment.
ok im done, might not update for a bit, depending on what happens tomorrow. bleh.
edit : now i dont know what to do. the test results were bad on my dad. 3 blocked arteries. triple bypass surgery at 10am today. he is currently trying to recover from the anastesia. i feel like i should be in PA but what could i even do? hes not allowed visitors at the moment. i spent half my day at work sobbing in the corner. my stomach is upside fucking down. maybe i wasnt really sick on friday, maybe its just all this stress boiling around in my stomach. i feel almost as bad today as friday, physically, and far far worse emotionally.
saturday i hear from a friend in CT that he has 4 free passes to springfield's six flags, for sunday. sounds awesome i say. saturday night, after seeing da vinci code, i forgot to turn my ringer back on on my cell phone, and thus woke up super late on sunday, with barely enough time to shower before having to leave for six flags. on the way there, i check my voicemails, and along with SIXTEEN missed calls from the kid who picked me up (hahahah 16 calls, and he POUNDED on my front door for an hour, before i woke up) i had one from my stepsister back in PA. very suspicious, as i dont really EVER talk to them, unless its a holiday, and NEVER on the phone. at 7am she called to tell me my dad had a heart attack last night. amazing. so im on my way to a fucking amusement park, when my dad is recovering from a heart attack in the hospital. GREAT. talk about ruining your day.
OH BUT IT GET WORSE! apparently someone told mother nature that we didnt have enough 40 degree raining weather all winter, and so about 2 hours after we get there, its FREEZING outside (hi, i wore shorts thanks) and pouring, absolutely pouring, rain. sweeeeeeeet. we left early obviously, got some food, and drove home. now i have to wait until this coming weekend to even go visit my dad.
i am told it was a mild heart attack, they are doing testing tomorrow to see if it was arterial or whatever else, and he should be released tuesday. but its my dad for fucks sake, and i want to see him. he told my stepsisters not to even call me until he was released, because he didnt want me driving down there and missing work. hahah we are so similar sometimes. i would literally be on my death bed before i even called anyone. they told him to quit smoking, and stop drinking 800 cups of coffee a day. they are weaning him off that now, he is only allowed 3 cups today
i guess smoking will be cold turkey, as he has no choice in the matter at the moment.
ok im done, might not update for a bit, depending on what happens tomorrow. bleh.
edit : now i dont know what to do. the test results were bad on my dad. 3 blocked arteries. triple bypass surgery at 10am today. he is currently trying to recover from the anastesia. i feel like i should be in PA but what could i even do? hes not allowed visitors at the moment. i spent half my day at work sobbing in the corner. my stomach is upside fucking down. maybe i wasnt really sick on friday, maybe its just all this stress boiling around in my stomach. i feel almost as bad today as friday, physically, and far far worse emotionally.
jamielee:
Ugh sorry to hear about your dad. I'm crossing my fingers for some better news for you!!
lemuria:
man im sorry. i hope things work out with your dad soon. i would go visit him if i didnt think he would be weirded out by some random girl coming to see him in the hospital. 
man im sorry. i hope things work out with your dad soon. i would go visit him if i didnt think he would be weirded out by some random girl coming to see him in the hospital.