TD today is at home, worrying....
I spoke to my father on Sunday, and I knew he wasn't feeling well - a "head cold" (translation: pneumonia). Shortly after I spoke to him, he decided he was sick enough to go to the hospital, so off he went - without calling me first, of course. I didn't find out until today that he was in the hospital, and only then because when I made my usual Wednesday night call, he didn't answer. My first thought was, "hospital", so I called and there he was.
Of course, as soon as he got on the phone, he started giving me orders (while continuing to flirt with the nurses). I figured if he was well enough to be chasing the nurses around... but it seems they're going to keep him in a few more days. He's being such a drama queen about it (though I suspect, drama aside, it probably was a close call). Anyway, he ordered me to call a friend of his, then call the post office - no, wait, tell the friend and have her call the post office.... meanwhile, I'm trying to find out what happened, exactly, when he went in, how he got there, what the prognosis was....
Honestly, sometimes I could just strangle him.
But I guess, as I said, if he's chasing the nurses around the floor, there can't be too much wrong with him. Can't help worrying, though; and it was a good thing I have the presence of mind to call the hospital. I'm concerned about the house, though; since he didn't have a chance to contact the post office himself, the mail is piling up and that's just asking for the house to be burgled, or burnt down just for fun.
More worrying.