My Father had to go to the Hospital
I was on the road again recently. This time, I was visiting my parents. My father had a stent put in his heart. I was at my parents for a few days, visiting my father and going to my parents' house with my mom, sleeping there, and heading back to the hospital in the morning. My sister lives closest to my parents. She was with them at the hospital in the beginning. My brother, who was dealing with an illness in his own family, was able to visit for a couple of days. My leg had healed well enough for me to make the drive to the hospital where Dad was resting. He hadn't been feeling well, and checked in to the hospital where the staff could check him out. I got the reports from my mother until I got there to see first-hand how things were going. He was going to need two stents put in. Nothing too major, I guess. I found out the surgery wasn't even that invasive. A Busy Hospital Things were busy at the hospital. Leading up to the surgery, Dad didn't even have a room. He wa