The heavy shit.
I visited my Dad in the hospital on Thursday. He was released this morning, without any real resolution.
It’s pretty shitty.
Most the time you think, oh, I’m going to the doctor and I will take some sort of medicine and get better..
Most of the time we don’t even think for a minute that there is not a solution to an illness or a remedy to take to make it all better.
The more I hang out at hospitals, I see a bunch of what they do there is cut out the pain part of the process. Sometimes there’s not anything to fix it, just things to help cope with pain or symptoms.
I am more concerned that one day I am the person that has to sign the “do not resuscitate” form.
And concerned that my dad is going against medical advise, and bounced out of the hospital.
Tough shit. Tough shit.
