Well, I'm back from Michigan. My dad is doing well but I'm not confident he's going to make any life changes to keep from having yet another heart attack. Still smoking, still eating bacon cheeseburgers, probably not going to stick with a 40 hour work week unless we go behind his back and tell people at his workplace.
I'm wearing an ankle brace again because I foolishly played tag with my nieces to keep them from trying to get their grandpa to do things he wasn't supposed to do. And my roommate woke up with some bug bites today and has been freaking out all morning that it's bed bugs. Professionals seem to have talked her down from that ledge.
I think I'm going to have to do a lot of meditating today to keep myself from cutting someone.
Unfortunately grown-ups with all their faculties are going to do what grown-ups do.
My dad is doing well but I'm not confident he's going to make any life changes to keep from having yet another heart attack.
Unfortunately grown-ups with all their faculties are going to do what grown-ups do.
Oh, yeah. Shrift, I am with you in the "Dad, seriously, cut that shit out now or your heart will do unspeakable things and if I could force you to cut that shit out I would" club. (We need a shorter club name.)
And I realize this is a hilarious and ironic follow-up, but HOLY CRAP, TJ's HAS GLUTEN-FREE CHICKEN NUGGETS.
I have an unholy love for chicken nuggets, even though I only eat them maybe once or twice a month if I need to make a quick meal and no other quick protein option is in the freezer. (I mean, I get that one cannot subsist on chicken nuggets for optimum -- or even decent -- health. I get that. Which is why I don't eat them often. But oh dear lord do I love them.)
So I introduced M to the first episode of Buffy today. It's like I'm in geek parent heaven. I've been waiting for this day for 5 years. His response basically was that it was pretty good, and he'll watch more, but "I think I like Firefly better so far."
Shrift, I am with you in the "Dad, seriously, cut that shit out now or your heart will do unspeakable things and if I could force you to cut that shit out I would" club. (We need a shorter club name.)
Maybe for a shorter club name we could just call it the sound you make when you're so frustrated that you want to strangle someone. Onomatopoeia help us now!
At least his stubbornness makes me more committed to being healthy?
At least his stubbornness makes me more committed to being healthy?
Right? Veggies and sneakers for everyone! I look at my dad and I at least think that *if* I have his heart issues, I'm likely to survive them (see also: 5 heart attacks, still works as a bagger at the grocery at the age of 72). That said, my overarching goal is to never have to deal with that shit.
I've given up on that shit and have resigned myself to trying to convince him not to do things like take the canoe out at night by himself.
trying to convince him not to do things like take the canoe out at night by himself.
Oh Jesus. Why, dads, why?
