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.
Best wishes to pops, I’m sure he’ll be fine and dandy in no time. Good luck to you too. Anything in NY sounds painful to me, moving I’d imagine tops them all.
Thanks, kind sir.
Hope all goes well for your dad! Sucks on the apartment tho. 😦
I hope he does feel like a new man! And good luck on the search.
My sister’s pacemaker changed her life. No joke. They’re modern miracles, and I hope your dad will have the same experience. You’re all in my thoughts : ) Good luck on the apartment search. Finding housing sucks on so many levels. I feel for you on that lady. Hard.
Hi Lady! Hope your Dad is doing well! He’s now a bionic man! We used to tell my grandmother that after she got her pace maker put in. She had a heart-attack in her 70’s, pace maker was put in and the woman lived to 96!
Hope all is well!
Thanks so much!