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I'm not a big fan of hospitals. Not that that statement should come as a surprise to anyone as I know few people who take a bag of popcorn and a soda and chill in a waiting room to "See what happens next".
The thing is this: February, some of you may remember that I got a call in the wee hours of the morning saying my father had gone into the hospital with shortness of breath. He had a polyp removed and came home the next day. Went back in the day after that. Then he died. Pulminary Embolism took my father from me.
This morning at 4:30 I got a phone call... My youngest brother is in the hospital. He is going into surgery for appendicitis in less than an hour as I type this. Luckily, my middle brother was at my mother's house when all of this went down and took my other brother immediately to HIS hospital. Now, Middle Brother is not Dr Brother. He is Medical Data Entry and Patient Admin Brother so he could get my Ouch My Stomach Hurts Fucking Bad Brother in as quickly as possible.
He'll be fine. I know it in my gut. But I can't help but have these feelings and thoughts that "Shit, I'll be buying another plane ticket home..." And I hate it. Send me the vibes of a positive nature if you would.
I'll update you as I find things out.
And thank you to the World's Tiniest Dictator who called this morning to check on me. I lurve the hell out of you.
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Okay, so my brother had his surgery this morning and, as many of you pointed out, an appendectomy is among the simplest of operations they can perform. He's fine. Well enough that when I called my mother at around 3pm his time he was able to take the phone from her long enough to call me a Jackass and then pass the phone back to her. My brothers are cool like that.
Anyway, I just have an issue with hospitals as my family never goes to them. Because, when we do, we rarely come out. Cancer is a biggie in my family and I have lost two grandparents and an uncle to it. Three went in, none came out. My father. An easy operation. Went in, came out. Next day, went in, didn't come out. See what I mean? So, yes, I realize its an easy thing, but still. Our luck and hospitals aren't so good together.
BUT! Everything appears to be fine. They'll keep him for a few days to make sure all is in the clear and then he'll return home to be the same miserably sarcastic bastard I know and love.
And thanks to all of you who have stopped in. I appreciate everyone of you and your thoughts.
-Bryan
I'm not a big fan of hospitals. Not that that statement should come as a surprise to anyone as I know few people who take a bag of popcorn and a soda and chill in a waiting room to "See what happens next".
The thing is this: February, some of you may remember that I got a call in the wee hours of the morning saying my father had gone into the hospital with shortness of breath. He had a polyp removed and came home the next day. Went back in the day after that. Then he died. Pulminary Embolism took my father from me.
This morning at 4:30 I got a phone call... My youngest brother is in the hospital. He is going into surgery for appendicitis in less than an hour as I type this. Luckily, my middle brother was at my mother's house when all of this went down and took my other brother immediately to HIS hospital. Now, Middle Brother is not Dr Brother. He is Medical Data Entry and Patient Admin Brother so he could get my Ouch My Stomach Hurts Fucking Bad Brother in as quickly as possible.
He'll be fine. I know it in my gut. But I can't help but have these feelings and thoughts that "Shit, I'll be buying another plane ticket home..." And I hate it. Send me the vibes of a positive nature if you would.
I'll update you as I find things out.
And thank you to the World's Tiniest Dictator who called this morning to check on me. I lurve the hell out of you.
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Okay, so my brother had his surgery this morning and, as many of you pointed out, an appendectomy is among the simplest of operations they can perform. He's fine. Well enough that when I called my mother at around 3pm his time he was able to take the phone from her long enough to call me a Jackass and then pass the phone back to her. My brothers are cool like that.
Anyway, I just have an issue with hospitals as my family never goes to them. Because, when we do, we rarely come out. Cancer is a biggie in my family and I have lost two grandparents and an uncle to it. Three went in, none came out. My father. An easy operation. Went in, came out. Next day, went in, didn't come out. See what I mean? So, yes, I realize its an easy thing, but still. Our luck and hospitals aren't so good together.
BUT! Everything appears to be fine. They'll keep him for a few days to make sure all is in the clear and then he'll return home to be the same miserably sarcastic bastard I know and love.
And thanks to all of you who have stopped in. I appreciate everyone of you and your thoughts.
-Bryan
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redheadedleague:
Glad everything is fine.
toothpickmoe:
Well put and good news. 