Hospitals...Make Me Nervous

My dad is in the hospital. I really don't like hospitals. Used to work in one. Try not to get to close to them if I can help it.

This time it is a bizarre "abscess" or at least that is how they are initially directing treatment. In less than 24 hours, it has grown to the size of a grapefruit, with a very firm, warm center about the size of a golf ball. On his inner thigh. Painful. Utterly bizzarre. The human body never ceases to amaze me.

He just turned 61 yesterday. Nice birthday present, huh? Multiple sclerosis has, over 20 years, left his body frail and very fragile. Pretty weird when you can literally pick up your own father and transfer him from a wheelchair to the bed. Found that out when he fell and broke his collar bone a few years ago.

But he's a stubborn guy. Still walks short distances with a walker. And he's hell on wheels in the the tricked out Jazzy electric chair.

At least my stepmother works at this hospital and can keep a close eye on him. And she knows all of the staff so that will be helpful. Our main concern is preventing any unnecessary exposure to hospital-borne infections like MRSA by limiting invasive procedures if possible.

He doesn't need any special birthday presents from the hospital.

Get well, Dad. And get back home soon.


climber511 said…
I'll say a little prayer for him.

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