Continuning the peculiar streak of hospital visits year among my family, my dad just came home from the hospital yesterday.
Not too tragic this time. He underwent a hip replacement on the creaky right hip that’s been bugging him for the last year. Surgery went well, and he’s already getting out of bed, doing some walking around. He’ll be sidelined for about 6 weeks–no driving–so imagine he’ll go a little bonkers around the house by the end of the run. Can’t say I blame him. I love being oContinuning the peculiar streak of hospital visits year among my family, my dad just came home from the hospital yesterday.
Not too tragic this time. He underwent a hip replacement on the creaky right hip that’s been bugging him for the last year. Surgery went well, and he’s already getting out of bed, doing some walking around. He’ll be sidelined for about 6 weeks–no driving–so imagine he’ll go a little bonkers around the house by the end of the run. Can’t say I blame him. I love being off work, but I hate being a patient. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, and all that jazz.
Still, all things considered, my dad’s doing fine, and hopefully his recovery will be swift and without complication. I’ll be heading out to the house this weekend for a visit.
Now what I’m hoping is that this is the end of the line. No more hospitals, no more dead pets, no more agata above and beyond the normal grief that comes from just getting out of bed in the morning and wandering out into the world. I need a break from the madness. 2008 has certainly had it’s high points, but the stress has been off the charts this year. It’s been one heckuva challenge.
And yet I’m still here, the family still plugging along, looking forward to the future. It’s a little early for any 2009 predictions, but I’m putting my request in early. I’m thinking that to balance the scales of the universe, 2009 at the very least should be quiet and peaceful, and at most, be totally friggin sweet.
So if anybody up there is listening, keep an eye out for my gang next year. We got banged around pretty good in ’08. And we’ll take the hits.
But now it’s time for the good stuff. And lots of it.
