It’s the day after Christmas and things are starting with my mom about to take my dad all the way to Wilkes-Barre (2 hours away) to the VA hospital emergancy room. He gets depressed around Xmas and this year he’s decided his heart is bugging him so that’s the nearest hospital without a massive bill to go with whatever care he’s getting. He always does this and well, the whole ride is moot and this is pretty moot as 9 out of 10 times there’s nothing wrong with him. So god only knows.
Christmas went fairly well. I managed to avoid dinner by working, dodged my parents’ strange friend, and we only had one fight that marred the day. For a lark I looked at camera phones found a deal where we’d get two great ones for free with a service plan. My mom didn’t want to even look at them because she didn’t want to switch our service because she had “no interest” in seeing her picture on a phone. Well umm, k, just don’t scream at me to do it.
My stomach is a mess this morning from antibiotics. Looks like my dad won’t be going to haircut with me later. I’m still going. He and my mom are debating if they really want to go all that way to the doctor. They may be going to the local one. If it’s just an ego stroking, he’ll go to the one here, it’ll be 6 hours of sitting here then he’ll come home with a coke in hand and a big smile on his face like nothing had happened. That’s how it always happens when there’s nothing wrong.
Can you tell I’ve been through this before?
The best plan is just to go through the day like I normally do. If there’s something wrong, the doctor’s will take care of it. If there isn’t anything wrong, then he’ll be fine. Either way, driving myself nuts about it will either encourage him to do this again (he gets SUCH a kick from going to the hospital — seriously, he thinks he’s a celebrity), or turn myself into him when I get older. I really don’t want either option right now.
I’m off to shower. Got a $25 gift card from staples to go use up. Not sure what to get but I’ll find something after my hair cut.
Strange days indeed.
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