My dad’s been in the hospital since Saturday night, due to chest pain and shortness of breath. I found out this morning that he’s having open heart surgery either tomorrow or Wednesday.
And fuck. I’m on the wrong fucking coast.
I don’t deal well with things I don’t have control over or can’t do anything to fix. I get that from him. At this point, I think I’m just going to hang tight out here and hope for the best. He should come through okay, it’s just a matter of changing his diet and exercise habits, as well as his attitude, once he’s on the other end of this.
And me? Well, I’m gonna go break some shit. No, really. Because if you’re powerless to fix something, you might as well go break something yourself.