Thursday, February 20, 2003

Not the greatest day...

My dad's in the hospital. He threw his back out, and he hasn't been able to move for two days. Of course, being the obstinant person he is, he only just went to the hospital today. The hospital's full, so he's in in a bed in the hallway. And they can't find anything wrong with his back in the preliminary tests, so he can't stay in the hospital past tonight.

They're so STUPID! Fuck, he can't move - doesn't that qualify as requiring hospitalization?

I was supposed to go to a Canterbury meeting, but my mom called me with that news. And to be quite honest, I don't really want to go now. I'm thirty five minutes late and all I want to do is cry and rush home.

I know I don't talk about my parents a lot here, but my dad's my hero. I want to grow up to be half as cool as he is. I want to travel the world just like him. I want to be able to speak Arabic fluently, just like him. I want to know half as much about computers and televisions and electronic goodies as he does. I want to be a character, just like he is. I want to love my daughter as much as he loves me. We have the most terrible fights - sometimes, when things were at their worst in high school, we refused to talk to each other for weeks. But I know he gets so mad because he loves me.

Supposedly this isn't serious. But needless to say, I'm still upset about it.