Not me. My parents.
The last week or so has found me not pattering around the world, soaking up life as is my usual M.O. Instead I’ve been in an SICU waiting room, on route many times to a hospital, and touring the halls of our local cardiac unit while my father has been having major heart problems.
He now has a pacemaker but even that hasn’t fixed him completely. The jury is still out on what exactly is wrong and it’s bugging me that we still don’t know. The worst part is not having an answer. Good or bad, I almost don’t care at this point. I just want an answer. So far there is none to be had.
Aging fcuking sucks.
A while back my mom had a scare with her heart. Lots of medications later she is on the right track and doing well. Now the universe thinks it’s my dads turn, despite his flawless checkup this past June.
I’m not complaining mind you. My family has been blessed with relatively few health complications overall. It’s just awfully humanizing, humbling, and downright terrifying to face the mortality of my parents.
One day they won’t be around. I know that in my head. I just hope, in good health, we don’t have to see that day anytime soon.