I would totally bet on a horse named Surface To Air, if horse betting were my thing. I could always use the luck, I s'pose.
Nice one brother_ging - it's so awesome you love your job, that your job seems to love you back!
I have been somewhat remiss in my personal updates in this thread. The medical maladies and drama in my family continue.
So let me back up. For those of you who aren't on my Facebook, you might not have known that my dad indeed had a triple bypass. This came 3 weeks off the heels of him getting a kidney transplant. My parents were in Houston recovering at the time since that's where the transplant took place, and the prognosis was pretty grim so it was important we be there before my dad went into surgery. Since flying my brother, his wife, my nephew and I back out to Houston on short noice would have cost thousands of dollars, we go the hair brained idea to rent a car and drive from Southern California to Houston. Non-stop. The idea would have been more appealing if we were meth head tweakers, but we're not. Nor are we in our spry young 20-something years. So somewhere between San Antonio and Houston, my brother and I were so exhausted we were literally (and I mean, literally) grunting with fatigue. We made it to Houston with 20 minutes to spare before my dad went into surgery. Needless to say he was quite surprised that we drove all that way, non-stop, just to see him off before he was put under.
He made it through surgery and I'll spare the gory details of seeing him directly afterward while he was in recovery (completely comatose). The recovery room after the heart surgery was filled with patients with their mouths agape and their arms slack, all in induced comas hooked up on respirators, and the incessant beeping from all the medical equipment. It was unnerving. Let's just say my long term goal is to never have to have triple bypass surgery if I can help it. Anyway.
24 hours after his surgery he was admitted to his own room at the hospital and appeared to be on the mend. He was bitching about the crappy hospital food and determined to get out of there and back home in a week, so that was a good sign. I mean, you'd think that was a good sign if he was telling himself and anyone that would listen, that he would be out of the hospital and on a plane to fly home in a week. I suppose that would be a good sign if he actually didn't pitch such a large fit, he basically checked himself out of the hospital, went back to my parents' temporary residence and booked a charter flight home. My dad's kidney transplant was at the end of February, his heart surgery was March 21, and... my parents flew home on March 31. Oh, did I mention that between his kidney transplant and his triple bypass, my dad was diagnosed with severe anemia and had to undergo a book transfusion? Yeah.
Now that my dad made his bed, he's being forced to sleep in it. Obviously, recovery isn't going so well (I mean, he checked himself out of hospital against doctor's orders, flew home so this is not a shocking surprise by any stretch. And he's clearly not getting enough rest because on top of all of this, my parents are right in the middle of remodeling and re-landscaping their property which just adds to the craptacular drama that's already afoot) There seems to be a problem that developed with the new kidney, and the situation is pretty bad. As luck would have it, my dad's kidney specialist here in California is out on vacation until the 14th, and because of liability issues, doctors are not too keen on treating him. He has to go back to the hospital and was advised to go back to Houston (seriously, WTF, it doesn't take a brain surgeon to tell you that someone in his condition should be flying at high altitudes). Ugh. I don't even know where I'm going with this. I'm just frustrated right now.
mikl, on 25 March 2011 - 5:36 AM, said:
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