My Dad is in the hospital.

Again.

He was admitted on Saturday and since then it has been a whirlwind of tests and procedures. I convinced him to go to Hottie Cardiologist, who is an amazing doctor, and he is making sure there is nothing missed. Something has to change. My father has been admitted at least once a month for the past year.

How can you live like that? I truly think he is scared to be at home at this point and I can’t say that I blame him. Everytime he doesn’t feel right he goes to the emergency room. And nine times out of ten he is admitted. He is miserable, and to top it off? He can’t afford all of these admissions. Co-pays are really hitting my parents hard.

It is really heart wrenching to see him try and deal with all this. He is frustrated and irritated and he doesn’t feel good. It is unbelievable to see how fast he went from someone with practically no main health issues to someone who basically lives in the hospital.

This all started when he retired and I maintain my original position.

It’s because he spends too much time with my mother. It’s a survival technique peeps.