Life threw me a bit of a curveball recently. It started when I got a call from my mom at 11:30 at night (they’re usually in bed by 8), saying that she had called 911 for my dad, and the paramedics took him away in the ambulance, and she needed a ride to the hospital.
Long story short, my dad was in respiratory failure and on life support. They got him breathing again the next day, though, and he was released from the hospital after a week. Still, he would feel out of breath just walking to the bathroom, so they stayed with us for another few days. They’re back at their house now, although cooking dinner still wears him out, so they come here to eat. So all in all, it wasn’t so bad.
Still, seeing him in the ER with a machine breathing for him was a bit jarring, and made me think about what I would need to do if he didn’t make it. So I haven’t really been in a “super-horny” mindset. And having my mother around so much is exhausting in and of itself, and one hell of a mood-killer.
So I’m glad he’s better, and I’m glad he’s taking it easy and letting his body recover. Still, I’ll be happy when they’re back to living at their house full-time. Parents are great, but parents suck ass.