I wish I could write something a little more profound and exciting. But the fact is, I can’t. After two days of being in the stepdown unit, Dad’s back in the ICU and on the respirator.
Kids, this is a great reason why smoking a pack per day for over
25 40 50 years is never a good thing.
I finally broke down and cried this morning. I think it’s been building up for the past week now. Pure exhaustion, plus frustration with feeling like no one (especially me) is doing enough to make my Dad better finally got the best of me. That, and once again seeing my Dad looking so small in his bed, attached to all sorts of IV’s and tubes.
I wish I could make all this go away.
And poof! That dream just went up in smoke.