My dad was admitted to the hospital last night. I didn't even find out about it until around noon today. He isn't in any imminent danger, but his condition is serious enough that they will keep him at the hospital for the rest of the week. It's probably the only way anyone can stop him from working 14 hours a day.
As soon as I got the call from my sister, I headed over to the hospital with my girl. My dad seemed to be in good spirits, considering the situation. He told me he had been feeling lousy for a couple of weeks and kept ignoring it, telling himself he'd feel better tomorrow, but he never felt better. Finallly he consulted with his doctor and she sent him to the emergency room and had him admitted to the hospital. I'm not surprised no one told me until today. My dad almost never tells me when something is wrong with his health, only when the crisis has passed or is so bad that he can't avoid mentioning it. He's 75 years old and acts invincible. I tend to believe he is.
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