I had plans to catch up on a lot of things this weekend - including this blog - but an early morning wake-up call on Saturday morning changed everything. At 4am my dad collapsed on the bathroom floor and after a few hours in the emergency room was admitted to the hospital. Growing up, this was not unusual, as my dad has had many heart problems, but there has been a good 12 year span where spending days and nights at the hospital became less commonplace. I wasn't expecting it to be so hard, because it didn't used to be. It was so routine.
Sunday I felt like I had been hit by a truck, and today I'm all over the place. It's a good thing today was a training day, because I don't know how I would have functioned with my students, as much as I love them. I feel more responsible for my dad's health now as an adult; he's currently at the cardiologist, and I wish I was there to ask my questions and ensure the right things are done. But all I can do is pray.
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