Tough old bird

Well, much to everyone's surprise, it appears that my father is going to live for a while longer. After two weeks of sedation, antibiotics, dialysis and life support, he's breathing own his own. He's been transferred to a long term care facility for continuing dialysis and other treatment.

This is no small feat, considering that he arrived at the hospital two weeks ago with a gangrenous gall bladder, had a heart attack, and suffered kidney failure. Those of you who know of my father will not be surprised that the surgeon discovered quite a bit of alcohol damage to his liver while removing his gall bladder.

He always explained his good luck after the most stupid, intoxicated, life-threatening incidents by saying that he wasn't good enough for heaven and the devil wouldn't take him.

Guess it's still the case.

It's also still the case that I just can't bring myself to see him. I have no hope that any good could come of it.

So I'm seeing a psychologist instead. There's hope there.