My dad is in the hospital
Feb. 7th, 2023 11:18 amI wanted my first post to be about one of the nice indie books I read recently, or one of the many solo-journaling ttrpgs I got in the "solo but not alone 3" bundle on itch. I created this account to talk about those. But last sunday, my dad got a ruptured intestine due to a colonoscopy, so that's all I can think about.
He's fine now, got surgery and is in recovery. But it came at the worst time possible - I just put up my two weeks notice to focus on studying for public servant tests. We will once again be that little bit tighter on money, since I won't have my salary to cover for my medicine or the travel costs for said tests.
But mostly, I'm just freaking out about his health.
It came out of nowhere - his colonoscopy was on friday, and he seemed fine all saturday -, but even after we got the knews that he was ok I can't help but worry. I spent all night and yesterday comforting my mom, trying to stop her from thinking about the worst, and now I'm pretty much a wreck myself.
Even earlier today, she went to visit my father in the hospital, and probably just got stuck in traffic, but she took a while to answer my messages, and I couldn't help but imagine the worst had happened somehow - that she got in an accident or something like that.
I'm not fine, and I can't get the courage to talk to my friends about it. So I wrote this to noone. Void, be my therapist.
He's fine now, got surgery and is in recovery. But it came at the worst time possible - I just put up my two weeks notice to focus on studying for public servant tests. We will once again be that little bit tighter on money, since I won't have my salary to cover for my medicine or the travel costs for said tests.
But mostly, I'm just freaking out about his health.
It came out of nowhere - his colonoscopy was on friday, and he seemed fine all saturday -, but even after we got the knews that he was ok I can't help but worry. I spent all night and yesterday comforting my mom, trying to stop her from thinking about the worst, and now I'm pretty much a wreck myself.
Even earlier today, she went to visit my father in the hospital, and probably just got stuck in traffic, but she took a while to answer my messages, and I couldn't help but imagine the worst had happened somehow - that she got in an accident or something like that.
I'm not fine, and I can't get the courage to talk to my friends about it. So I wrote this to noone. Void, be my therapist.