continued..

anyways.. continuing from yesterday...

so my uncle and grandmother get my father and bring him back to my grandmother's house. my grandmother and i sit and wait as he sleeps and gets sick, sleeps and gets sick, until finally he starting dry heaving and i decide it's time for the hospital

- thank god - the doc said if we hadn't gotten him there by that time, things could have gotten even worse

as we are standing in the hospital, i can't help but stare at the nurses in their scrubs and crocs. Each and every one of them had them. I mean I do have to say that crocs are very comfortable, but wow. The nurses were also color coded, probably regarding their position or department. the nurses that helped us out were in an ugly tan color. wouldn't that suck? having to get up every day and instead of putting on a fun bright color, you'd have to put on tan - blah, boring, lifeless tan. that would be depressing in my mind, especially being surrounded by sick people as well...


anyways. my dad was finally admitted after being in the hospital from 5-12 and just got out sunday. he's still pretty sick but looks a lot better than he did. although he declares that he will never have cherry jello or ice again!

.SMP.