Thursday 3pm: Mom calls me - Dad is going to the ER Thursday 6pm: Doctors confirm it's "probably" a gall bladder attack. Thursday 9pm: Pick up dad's car from the hospital. Friday 1AM: Dad is admitted to Gastroenterology Friday 3PM: Dad goes in for surgery (laproscopic) Friday 7PM: Out of surgery, in recovery Saturday: Dad comes home Gotta love modern medicine.
Oh, and me? I went jogging Friday to break in my new shoes and burn off stress. I have shin splints that are SERIOUSLY making me consider amputation.