Really, what is up with this week?!
My dad has “something on the back of his heart.”
It’s almost Saturday, right? I mean, seriously, this week is almost over, right?
I don’t know any more than that. He’ll get down to Champaign on Monday and they’ll be able to tell him something and, if they need to go in, I’ll go up and be there for that. The Butcher is insisting that he will also go up. So, that will be fun. I left a message for the recalcitrant brother, long and detailed, because I think there’s nothing shittier than the ominous “Call me” message.
I’m assuming that, since they didn’t immediately hospitalize him, it’s serious but not serious.