Oh Boy

so, its Christmas, and I just hosted a fun little Christmas Eve party, I love Christmas Eve the best...

But my Dad is also in the hospital, let this be a lesson to you, if you are sick longer than a week, go to the doctor... My dad is my main reader of this blog, so.... that means you!

It started with a call from my step sister, who was contacted by my dad's neighbor, who had waited as long as he could before calling the family. Having asked my dad several times I guess... anyway. Ron, the neighbor kept checking in on my dad and the last time he was very sick and incoherent, so off to the hospital he had to go.

Turns out I have pieced this together his cold turned into a systemic infection, pneumonia and a bit of renal failure, not awesome, but I hear they were confident he would bounce back.

Now I have to think, what is the proper level of concern, I tend not to panic, I have to take into consideration what can I do, can panicking (why do we spell this word this way?) help. the answer is no, panicking never helps.  I contacted the family I have information for, and I am sure they will contact everyone else. Its hard that I don't live closer.

So, I emailed my younger older sister, and my aunt. And my aunt read the email and grabbed her coat and shoes and was out the door. God Bless her. I know Ron said my dad didn't want to bother his sister, but once you are in the hospital, too bad. Thems the breaks.

I feel a tad bit guilty because I continued with my party, and actually I only told my roommate, and future roommate about it, and made merry, but with a tiny worry blanket over my heart.

But I keep hearing my dad say Oh Boy, like he does when you tell him bad news.

Oh Boy.