I've got to take down all the posts from the last several days.
For some reason, now that he's lucid, whether or not I am blogging about this is number one on my dad's concern list. Because of course there aren't larger things to worry about.
Like keeping your heart rate stable. And walking. And swallowing. For example.
But, of course, it's only his story to tell.
Because, of course, it only happened to him.
In any case, it seems like the right thing to do to assuage his fears. It's not like he doesn't have enough to contend with.
So, I won't blog about this right now. But I'm glad I did.
And I'm going to tell you that if you want to piss your daughter the fuck off, your first actual, whole, out loud sentence to her should be that you don't want her to tell your life story to strangers. And then you should tell her how to deal with the real estate market.
Clearly we're feeling better and ready to boss.
But enough about that.
Thanks for all your support . It's meant so much to me, and really, really helped get me through this. And my dad, though he doesn't know it.
I might even delete this a day or so. Anyway, sometime safely before my dad gets his hands on an Internet connection. I haven't quite decided. And probably don't need to decide in an angry moment.
Big, big hugs and all of my gratitude to all of you. You're the most amazing support group I could ask for.