The Apple and the Tree

My Dad’s been in the hospital this week and it’s taught me some things about myself and my family. Fortunately, Dad is doing well and went home today. Had some unexpected bleeding from having a polyp removed so the docs admitted him to the ICU for observation…in case you’re wondering.

I’ve been lucky in that I’ve not had to deal with stuff like this very often in my own family, so my “coping” mechanism is humor. I can’t help it, really, since humor is how I deal with most things. It’s good to know that I come by it naturally and I’m not some freak. When the nurse tried to give my Dad an IV and couldn’t find a “hard vein”, Dad said, “Ma’am, I haven’t had a hard vein in years”. When he was bored in his room in ICU, he’d hold his breath just to watch his respirations go to 0 and the monitor show a flatline. And when he finally finished passing blood, he told the nurse, “You’ve probably never been happier to hear a fart in your whole life.”

The most interesting part of this whole ordeal is when I repeat what he’s done. Half of the people I tell immediately say, “Well, that explains a lot.” The other half are too polite to say that, but I can see it in their eyes. Ah well…you know the old saying.

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