Well, it's about damn time.
My dad is awake! Ponies for everyone!
It looks like everything will be fine; the pneumonia is not a major problem, and if he indeed had a stroke (which now they're hinting that--whoops!--maybe he did) it was teensy tiny. A tiny li'l' stroke! An ADORABLY tiny one!
My dad is as weak as a kitten, but mentally he's all there. When he said, after an unsuccessful attempt to scratch his nose, "I used to do that with some alacrity," I knew he'd be okay.
Thanks again for all the prayers and emails and gifts of sweet sweet cash. (What, didn't I mention that that's what all the people who REALLY love me give? The cash? And where is your offering?) They really meant a lot, to my family as well as me.










May 24, 2005
Reader Comments (50)
It is a lot of stress (and that is understated) when parents get ill.
Take care!
And hooray for his recovery!!! That is truly fantastic news.
Get well soon, Finslippy Papa.
And thank you very much for the pony. It was delicious.
Here's my horrible attempt at being funny during a crisis: If it wa a little stroke, could they dress it up and carry it around in a bag?
But, really. I'm glad he's doing better.