Dad is in the hospital.
In Philly two hours from home.
So Mom and I are also in Philly. In violation of all privacy laws, I will tell you that Dad is getting a pacemaker.
Honestly, I’m more anxious about my impending apartment search and move (note: I am not staying put after all thanks to a big rent hike) than Dad’s procedure. At first glance, you’ll probably think I’m a self-involved ass for that.
But I swear: apartment hunting in NYC is generally more stressful than getting a pacemaker. Weird, right?
I’m approaching Dad’s procedure as a great thing actually. The doctor thinks he’ll feel like a new man once the pacemaker is in. Fingers crossed.
I hope to return to NYC Tuesday. And to blogging soon after that.
Update: Dad’s procedure went great.