Friday Night

Friday night my dad almost died. He has trouble swallowing due to a recent neck surgery and when taking his medications he ended up getting several of the pills stuck in his trachea. He was only able to say a few words to my mom before he started wheezing and then stopped breathing. She called 911 and started freaking out. I had gone out with my brother to get food so I wasn't there to help. When the parmedics arrived, my dad had some weird orange froth in his mouth and was still wheezing and aspirating the froth. They took him to two different hospitals before they could find a lung specialist who could help him. My mom had called me on the way to the hospital, but it was 5 hours later before I even knew if my dad was alright. I really love my dad and this was incredibly stressful.

What was most annoying is how everyone I was with kept commenting on how it was sad that this was ruining my birthday. It bothered me that they felt a need to say that. My mom even was apologizing for it. I know they had good intentions, but I didn't care about my birthday at all at that point. It didn't matter. I just wanted my dad to be okay.