The Hospital

While it is not a dream, I feel the need to write a bit about this. As of last Friday, my dad has been in the hospital. He had such a tough night before my mother took him, that he told her he felt like he was going to pass away. He was delirious, dehydrated, and he had collapsed a couple times. One of the times, he had fallen on Kahlua.

When my dad arrived at the hospital, he was stuck in the hallway of the ER until about 4pm. It was a tough day for this all to happen, as I had a rib out that needed fixing and I had a massage appointment at 4:00. After that, I had to get to my accountant to give him my LLC files for the year. As I wrapped that up, Jean, myself and Juliet all went to the hospital to see my dad. He was in great spirits in his room, but sounded horrible. We stayed until my mom arrived and then we all chatted a bit, before Juliet and I had to get going.

After we left, we went to the Pauly Shore comedy show at the Orleans. As a treat, Pauly's dad (Sammy Shore) opened the show. It was a set based solely on his age of 81, and how Vegas used to be. He was a dead ringer for Doug Masters, and he spoke about Vegas like my dad does. As the great set wrapped up, Sammy got very serious and began speaking about life and what it's meant to him. he also closed with a song called "When I'm young again". It was touching, and it really made me think about my life, mortality and how my dad has enjoyed his life.

The next day, I was watching the Rebel game before I headed on over. As the Rebels were down, I said "Do it for my dad", and sure enough they did. The point deficit dropped and the rebels magically took the lead. After the game was over, I went to the hospital to tell my dad all about it. As sick as he was, he was so happy to hear all about it. We waited until the 5 o clock newss was on so that he could see the highlights. After that and talking for a bit more, I went to Ivo's to get some food. After a nice meal, I headed back quickly and came into the dark room where my dad was sleeping. He was about to wake up, but I told him to keep resting. He fell back asleep promptly, and I curled up on the little couch and took a nap myself. When we woke up around 8, he told me to get on home, and that he really appreciated me being there for him throughout the day. It made it all go by fast for him.

As of today, he is recovering nicely. He was diagnosed with the Flu (type B), and I realized that his age of 75, the smallest cog in the wheel can be deadly serious. I've never taken a day with my day for granted, but realizing that his mortality is so frail at his age, I know that every day he is around us is truly a blessing. However, nobody is stringer than my dad, so I know that another 20 years might not be out of the question! :)