It was one heck of a day that day my dad was hospitalized and diagnosed for a gallbladder operation. Would you believe I rushed my mom to a hospital before I had to go home and rush to another again, with my dad? I can't believe it either. What are the odds, huh?
It was an emotionally draining day and one that I would rather forget. I'd take the burden of directing simultaneous birthday parties any day than that kind of pressure. I'd take the pressure of any job, for that matter, even merchandising jobs with sales quota. I just hate it when my parents are sick.
My mom is better now, like my dad. I just hope I'll get over the fright they gave me very soon as well.