Nothing Good Comes From A 4:00 AM Phone Call
Monday morning at 4:00 AM, I got a call from my Mom that my Dad had fallen and injured his eye and the medics were on the way to take him to the hospital. Late that afternoon, they took him in for a 6-hour surgery to try and save his eye. He went back home yesterday, but we won’t know for several weeks if the surgery was successful. For someone who reads as much as my Dad, his eyes are very valuable. Updates as they occur.
Some random thoughts over the past few days --
What is it about hospital beds that make people look like they’re on death’s door?
Waiting is never fun. Waiting in hospitals is worse. For someone like me who want’s to know what’s going on and hates inactivity, its downright torture.
Modern medicine is a miracle. Despite all the negatives about how current system, I don’t believe that better care is possible anywhere else in the world.
