13 February 2007

And the Old Man's back...

Picked Dad up at the Appleton airport last Tuesday: other than the TSA lady being a twit (the guy could barely move, but heavens forbid I should be allowed to step forward 20 feet to help him!), things went fairly smoothly. We settled in to wait for his luggage, and his first comment was "you look like a hoodlum!"

Ah yes... the bitter-sweet reunion of two people who express affection for each-other by doing their level best to knife each-other in the back!

He's now settled in at mom-in-law's (which is good: I can escape him when needed). And it looks like he might even recover from his ailments: he's got COPD, an infection in the right lower lobe of his lung, and an aneurysm under his stomach. He thinks the aneurysm is causing the shortness of breath (pushing up against the diaphragm, reducing lung capacity): I hope so, as that means he'll head back to the Land of Smiles and live for awhile more...

Took him out for a couple games of pool: I've been shooting better lately, and thought I might actually have a snowball's chance. Not bloody likely: I immediately reverted to the same five-year-old that could shoot a called shot to save his soul. And baldy thinks it's funny...

So... we go to see the doc Wednesday about his surgery: I'll probably post again after we know more. Hope all twelve of you can stand the suspense!

1 comment:

Ambulance Driver said...

>>Hope all twelve of you can stand the suspense!<<

Make that thirteen, Strings. ;)