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Mood:  blue
Now Playing: On Daddys and Daughters
I'm holding back the tears right now...but bear with me. My Daddy has a pretty serious heart condition. He's had 2 heart attacks, and has 3 stents (<- sp?), now he also has high blood pressure and he's been having chest pains for the past month. He just told me a couple minutes ago about the chest pains. His doctor gave him some meds to help the bp, just 5mg a day. For the first week of taking it he'll be pretty sick; dizzy, vertigo, nausia, light vomiting, no depth perception. He won't take it. Here's his reasoning: "there's too much work to do, especially outside. I need to work on the cars, and rebuild the lawnmower." He also thinks that first one of these new meds he takes will be his last, cuz he's afraid they'll kill him.
He doesn't seem to realize the fact that he'll only be sick for a few days, and the odds of the new med killing are far better for him than the odds of me killing him at this point! I can't help it--as an "adult" (and I use the term loosely) I'm pretty damned pissed at him for being so stubborn, selfish, and childish...but as his daughter, I'm just a little freckle-faced girl who's scared she's going to loose her Daddy.
Okay, crying now.
I mean, dammit! I know if he dies all becuase he won't take a stupid pill, I probably won't ever forgive him for it & I know I won't forgive myself for not forgiving a dead man...(I have a whole subscription of issues pertaining to the forgiveness of the dead.)

BTW: A phlebotomist is a person who draws blood. Thank you, Jenny.

i'm gonna go and have a good cry, then finish my homework.