A good day
Tonight was a good visit to my dad in the hospital. Only a week ago we had to worry whether he would make it through the first 24 hours. Today he was chatting already with some dear old friends, laughing, enjoying himself. He is almost free to roam about, but his heart monitor keeps him on the same floor.
It looks like the worst is over, but one thing is still nagging in the back of my mind: it came out of nowhere last week and they still don’t know where the heart attack came from. I am glad he is in the hospital for the next few days. That way he is close to assistance should anything happen. For now, let’s be happy about the improvement.