He stayed overnight at the hospital and they ran tests and more tests. Everything was A-OK. He's still feeling sick and they don't know the reason why. Earlier in the week, he made a comment about going to the doctor and them telling him he was going to "be gone." I asked him what he meant and he said gone as in deceased. That hurt my heart for two reasons.
One, I hate for him to feel defeated and talk like that. I, however, don't know what it feels like to question everyday if a heart attack is coming my way whenever I begin to feel bad. Two, it just hurts to see my Daddy in such a vunerable, weak state. When I moved out the other week, he wanted to help me so bad. But he couldn't. He is extremely emotional, but of course, he never shows me. It's just a change. He was always on the go, doing this and that. There's where I get it from. Things are different now.
I'm okay with it now though. I just continue to pray for him everyday and show him that I love him. That's all I can do.
The second thing is me and the other half of the parental unit don't have much to talk about these days. It feels weird, but I really don't have anything to talk about. Nothing new or exciting. I'm kinda just being. We went out to dinner last night and it was cool. She talked. I listened. I thnk it's the period talking, instead of me. Clearly, I can be fool. I know this, so that situation is temporary. But I still had to get that out.