It's a family affair

I can't make this shit up folks. I just can't. I'm semi-creative and have a fairly sizable sense of humor, but nothing that can compete with this. My father is now a NorthShore Evanston Hospital resident. Before you panic. HE'S FINE. I repeat. HE'S PERFECTLY FINE. Happy. Healthy. FINE.

This is the story. He came in early this morning, as he does. He's the early bird. He left around 9:30 or so when Dee got there so he could go home and do some work. I showed up shortly after he left and she and I sat around reading and playing with mom. You know. As we do. Around noon, it was nourishment time, so we decided we would make our way down to the always-exciting hospital cafeteria. Mmmmm. We ran into my dad at the elevator where he looked at us and confessed "I don't feel so great". We both looked at him with the "'OK'-give-him-a-pat-on-the-head" look as well as the "you gotta be kidding me right now?" look. Apparently his head felt fuzzy, he had a headache, his arms were hurting and his breathing was fast. I recommended that we go eat something and take a little break. Which we did. It didn't get better. He was genuinely concerned and feeling less-than-Stanley. Dee took him to the ER, I went back to Pam-patrol.

The ER stay reported that he had a good EKG (thank goodness), good heart rate (thank goodness), good cardiac enzymes(thank goodness? not sure what those are, but seems good), but they were still concerned and therefore asked his physician what he thought. He felt it best that dad stay in the hospital for the night for observation and get a stress test in the morning. Stress? Can't imagine why. So dad sits/hopefully sleeps in room 4129. When we left him, he was doing well, but clearly he needs some rest.

Mom is doing well. Performing all of her tricks, fever is low-grade, lung "stuff" looks good and kicking her leg around. We're still waiting for insurance, but we're getting moved to the stroke unit tomorrow to get her out of virus-alley.

And with that, I'm signing off for the day. Both of my parents are stable. Thursday is not slow after all.