My dad would hate the lighting in his hospital room. We half-heatedly laughed about it together when I arrived on Saturday. But now he’s intubated and sedated, so I have to be annoyed about the whole thing for the both of us.
Apologies for starting my post like this. We are as surprised as you to be here. Friday night at 1 a.m. I’d gotten an email from my dad. A few hours later he was ambulanced to the hospital. Some bitch-ass infection just came out of nowhere. Now we are in critical care, anticipating it all to be worse before it gets better.
The good news is, my dad is as stubborn as any pneumonia. But I really wish he’d wake up to send me video of some silly Chicagoland furniture commercial. I think missing someone when they are in the same room as you is the worst kind of missing.