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I woke up today to a text from my faux step-sister: Dad went to the hospital yesterday, but was released the same day. He has pneumonia in one lung. His white blood cell count is average, thank goodness, because that's part of why he was in the hospital last time. He has a week's worth of antibiotics, and a prescription for a drug named Lasix, which is used to reduce edema for anything from stress issues to congestive heart failure.
Faux step-sister said that Dad's discharge paperwork did list congestive heart failure. I know it's a manageable condition, so I'm trying not to freak out. All of my stress is currently around the fact that Dad didn't contact me or tell me any of this himself. Again. Thank goodness my faux step-sister knows his avoidance issues around this and keeps me in the loop.
OH MY G-D DAD, WHY. TELL ME THIS SHIT.
I swear to G-D, when I talk to him next, I'm going to guilt-trip the hell out of him. "I know you don't want to worry me, but it's starting to feel like you just don't want me to be involved, and that upsets me even more". Yes, manipulative as hell, but I can't think of any other way to get it through his fucking head that he needs to tell me these things.
I was drinking coffee when I got the text from FSS; after I was done talking to her, I washed some Xanax down with my coffee, because rockstar life? IDEK.
Faux step-sister said that Dad's discharge paperwork did list congestive heart failure. I know it's a manageable condition, so I'm trying not to freak out. All of my stress is currently around the fact that Dad didn't contact me or tell me any of this himself. Again. Thank goodness my faux step-sister knows his avoidance issues around this and keeps me in the loop.
OH MY G-D DAD, WHY. TELL ME THIS SHIT.
I swear to G-D, when I talk to him next, I'm going to guilt-trip the hell out of him. "I know you don't want to worry me, but it's starting to feel like you just don't want me to be involved, and that upsets me even more". Yes, manipulative as hell, but I can't think of any other way to get it through his fucking head that he needs to tell me these things.
I was drinking coffee when I got the text from FSS; after I was done talking to her, I washed some Xanax down with my coffee, because rockstar life? IDEK.