You may have heard that I have recently been hanging out at the hospital. Friday night, my dad started vomiting blood. He was pale and weak and all those things you would associate with someone vomiting blood, so we convinced him to go to the ER. My mom texted throughout the night, updating us with his dropping blood pressure. They eventually discovered that he had not one, but two bleeding ulcers, one of them quite large, so they admitted him.
Then Sunday night, we were watching football with my sister and her husband, when Adam's heart started racing. Not just racing, but galloping. He was pretty sure he was in atrial fibrillation, so off we went in search of medical care. But the only place to get medical care at 7pm on Sunday is the ER. So we figured we'd head over to hospital Mom and Dad were at. A bunch of tests and meds in the ER, and he still hadn't "converted" to a normal rhythm. So they decided to admit him, too. We mentioned that Dad was upstairs, and could they put us nearby? Sure enough, they put us in the room next door.
Long story short, he's okay now and we're home. He's exhausted, and pretty bummed, because the government doesn't exactly want soldiers with a.fib. So all our plans need to be reevaluated, and some of his dreams let go.
And did I mention the hospital is expensive? They have a program where people without insurance can pay a lesser amount (not terribly more than most co-pay percentages, actually) but four EKGs, and echocardiogram, chest x-rays, and all sorts of meds are not cheap. And once they admit you, costs are through the roof. Plus it's just one more thing to worry about. I'd say half of my calories today came from stress-related candy. Yesterday it was from sleep deprivation-related Coke.
But everyone is home now and feeling okay-ish. Crappy temp job interviews (two!) this week might result in some income. Get to sleep in my own bed tonight. Things could be better, but could be worse. Sigh.