father stuff
Mar. 28th, 2006 04:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thehefnerSo Dad called me up the other day to ask if I'd be willing to drive him to the hospital. He sounded rather serious, and I was beginning to wonder if I'd done something to upset him yet again. But no, he said his doctor wanted to do a biopsy on his liver and he needed a ride to the hospital, so of course I said fine, I'd be glad to transport him. I didn't think much of it until later when I told my Mom about it, and heard the words come out of my mouth. "Yeah, Dad needs to get a biopsy done on his...
"... liver."
Now, lord knows if it's gonna amount to anything. But the thing is, I had long ago accepted the fact that my father was going to be alive a long, long time. His health, hygiene, and mental state would rapidly deteriorate, but he would hang on as long as he possibly could. Even when he would suppose that he might not be alive by next year, that was just him being overdramatic (he is my father, after all).
But now for the first time, way more than the gout ever was, the possibility has hit me that all the years of drinking might finally, actually be catching up to him. Again, lord knows if anything's gonna come of it. I am totally prepared to have the status quo remain perfectly intact as ever.
But for the first time since I was ten when he fell down the stairs and I found him lying face down in a pool of blood, I'm actually worried for him. God help me, I really am.
He hasn't said anything else about it to me before or since then, but the past couple times I've called him up, he's been more drunk than ever.
"... liver."
Now, lord knows if it's gonna amount to anything. But the thing is, I had long ago accepted the fact that my father was going to be alive a long, long time. His health, hygiene, and mental state would rapidly deteriorate, but he would hang on as long as he possibly could. Even when he would suppose that he might not be alive by next year, that was just him being overdramatic (he is my father, after all).
But now for the first time, way more than the gout ever was, the possibility has hit me that all the years of drinking might finally, actually be catching up to him. Again, lord knows if anything's gonna come of it. I am totally prepared to have the status quo remain perfectly intact as ever.
But for the first time since I was ten when he fell down the stairs and I found him lying face down in a pool of blood, I'm actually worried for him. God help me, I really am.
He hasn't said anything else about it to me before or since then, but the past couple times I've called him up, he's been more drunk than ever.
