My dad continues his slow, but, steady recovery. Mr. Grumpy Pants himself doesn't always see it that way, though.
I actually got to go home last nigt for the first night since last Thursday. I stopped by his house on my way into work this morning to check on him and he seemed kind of "blah" and even had a dizzy spell.
Since he was no help in assisting me in figuring out if something like, oh, say bleeding to death or a heart attack was wrong, I just went on to work and decided to deal with it later.
Around lunch, my office phone rang and it was his cell phone number.
Now, most of you know that he's trying to kill me slowly with his phone, and, I felt the sucking action (hello, Googlers) of 5 more years of my life expectancy going down the drain as I answered it.
Busy Papa: *puff, puff, pant, pant* "Hey..."
Me: "Good gawd, man, WHAT?!"
Busy Papa: "I just wanted to tell you that I'm out walking down the street, and, I have my cell phone with me."
Me: "Holy shit, I mean 'yeah, that's great, OK'."
Busy Papa: "Bye." (click)
Oh, well. At least he told me.
I'm assuming he walked back up the street, too, because I never heard back from him.
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Wow -- that's enough worry for one person! Just teach him to text message you...then you only get the words, and not the oh-crap-somethings-wrong sort of breathing! Joke, of course. Glad to know he's doing well!
When we returned from our little vacation over the weekend, I had three messages from my mother. After returning her call (and spending 45 minutes with her as she updated me on every single member of the family), she proceeded to call another five times within an hour and a half.
My wife finally asked if she was planning on dying today, that she needed to fill me in on every last piece of knowledge in her head. (She of course asked this of me, and not my mom).
It is times like this that I am almost glad she refuses to get a cell phone.
now there ya go... MORE good news from the busiest of papa's. and you were jumping to conclusions! shame on you! before you know it, he'll be tooling past your office in a mazerati convertible, buzzing you up to tell you he'll soon be screeching the corner... and to LISTEN for it!!! bwwahahaha!
Yeah, yesterday my dad called to say he felt weak so I go leaving work on a terror and go flying over there thinking he'd be dead and he's all "oh I stood up too fast."
CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!
Is it wrong to admit that I love it when your dad calls you? Because "Good Gawd man!" is funny.
Not to make you jealous or anythingk, but I have five, count 'em, five siblings to share the joy. Or whatever our dad is handing out at the time.
Go ahead before it's too late and have a couple of more kids to share the joy of your old age!
But did you get this phone call:
"Hi, it's Ma. We're in an ambulance taking your father to the hospital, but don't worry, it's probably nothing major."
Then, no word for hours....
AHHHHH
Them what think raising "young'uns" is hard ought to give raising parents a try.
Glad to know that Busy Papa is back up and going.
Is it too late to adopt a brother and sister into the family? You need somebody else to "share" in these fun phone calls.
Also, this reminded me of the old joke:
For about 6 months, my legally-blind dad was walking my big somewhat out of control dog on a daily basis. This caused me such anxiety I couldn't even think about it.
My dog finally made the decision - she stopped going on walks with him. He would get the leash and she would go hide. At least we know who the smart one in the family is.