I found out that my father is having surgery. Again. He had a procedure done two weeks ago to stop some errant bleeding. Now they're doing a cardiac procedure on him because between the atrial fibrillation and a ventricular rate of 200, it's any wonder his heart hasn't picked up its cards.
The procedure will be done the day we arrive. But we won't be going to see him right away: my mom's going to at the hospital all day, and the kids can't go up to visit him. So we'll be going to see the the other half's parents first for a few days, and then come into the city on the weekend. Though I'm going to be prepared to grab little one #2 and head into the city on no notice if--God forbid--they tell me I need to come see him.
*sigh*
My father has had cardiac problems for all of his life, so even though it can be anxiety-provoking at times, I'm used to dealing with him being sick or in the hospital or having some sort of surgery or procedure done. I'm also aware that given his health and his age, he really is living on borrowed time. While I would rather he have many more years on this earth, I know that the odds aren't in favor of that. Then again, he sees his doctors so frequently, he may end up making it to 100.
After talking to my mother, I ended up taking one of my anxiety PRNs. It's helped considerably. Despite all of my anxiety issues, I am a proponent of not relying on medications unless they are truly necessary...well, given the last few days, it was finally truly necessary.
