04-10-2017, 01:04 PM
The beauty of my father's problems is the mystery aspect. They have no idea what is causing the bleeding. The suspect a burst diverticula but can find one that has burst. In the meantime, he is still there.
Most of my father's ailments have an intense mystery to him. They don't know why the wound in his ass has never healed. They don't know his oxygen levels are so screwed up. Etc etc. He just needs to hold together until he sees the Pope in Rome this summer. He might hang on to go to Bermuda in July, too.
Although he is not deathly ill, he is being nibbled to death by ducks.
Most of my father's ailments have an intense mystery to him. They don't know why the wound in his ass has never healed. They don't know his oxygen levels are so screwed up. Etc etc. He just needs to hold together until he sees the Pope in Rome this summer. He might hang on to go to Bermuda in July, too.
Although he is not deathly ill, he is being nibbled to death by ducks.
As a matter of fact, my anger does keep me warm