Well…the week after Thanksgiving started with a bang!  Dad went into the hospital on Monday with chest pains and had bi-pass surgery on Tuesday!  He ended up not having had a heart attack, but because the doctor took the time to check him over really well they found he had several arteries with severe blockages.  He ended up having a quintuple (that’s 5) bi-pass.  They wanted to do 6, but one of them was so damaged the bi-pass wouldn’t have done any good.

So, my mother, my sister and I have been taking shifts at the hospital.  I’ve spent more time at the hospital this past week than I have in my own house!  It’s important that we have someone there, though.  Dad’s not one to bother other people and he’d just sit there uncomfortable or in pain or thirsty.  We’re there to be sure he gets what he needs!

They’re telling us he should go home today, but…  it’s already 3:30 and his regular doctor hasn’t been in to see him!  Everyone else has cleared him to go home: the surgeon, the physical therapist, the cardiologist.  All we need is the regular doctor to bother to come by and write up his release papers!  Sigh.  He wants to go home!  Grr.

At least he’s feeling better.  That’s the important thing.