My dad is recovering from radiation treatment for his metastatic brain tumors. We thought he was doing fine, but then he had to go back into the hospital on the 23rd because his breathing was very labored. They treated him for viral pneumonia, and it looked like he was getting better so he could come home yesterday. Then the docs told him his blood/oxygen saturation wasn't high enough, even with an O2 tube, so they kept him in, much against his will. Some stupid fucking nurse told him that his difficulty breathing might cause cardiac arrest, so there were lots of phone calls around the country telling people to think about flying in. Turns out, he's fine. I think.
Also, here are the xtremes of xmas giving:
On the left, the Best Gift Ever, a talking Homer Simpson beer opener. (Quoth Homer: "Mmmmmm, beer. *gurgling sound* Heh heh heh heh. *gulping* Yes! Oh, yes! Woo hoo!") On the right, an inspirational little plaque. It says: "The ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and convenience, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy. - M.L.K. Jr." It is sold, the label says, by the Dollar Tree Distributing Co., Chesapeake, MD. While not officially Worst Gift Ever, it definitely goes into the pile for charity.
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