Take two

So that did not last long. Dad is back in the hospital.

He had a rough night last nite--shortness of breath, and so weak he could not move on his own. He went back to the emergency room at his hospital--about 100 miles away--today. We went to see him there and while he knew he was being admitted, he was not moved to a room until just now. About 7 hours after getting there.

They are testing him to see what his deal is--he is retaining fluid, which might explain the shortness of breath. His blood count is low again, so they are going to give him more blood. They think he is bleeding internally, near the incision site. They think he has a pseudo-aneurism, what ever that is. Whether he has had another heart attack has not been ruled out, but I am the only one who has actually asked that question, as far as I can tell. I guess it is not the top of the list of concerns.

The grossest part is his swelled up nut. Apparently, one of them is the size of a small watermelon. I am taking his word for it, I don't want anything to do with that, thank you very much. He is cracking jokes about it though. Evidently, even the doc was shocked, although it is not uncommon, I guess. I told him he needs a basket to carry it around with him, which led to more disgusting conversation. I will spare you those details.

Since we were in St Louis, we looked at apartments for Barry in Soulard, and looked for trucks. Long long day.