So my Dad decided that because he had a bad cold, he should take cold medicine.
But he was faced with a dilemma: his daily dose of high blood pressure medication does not play nicely with over-the-counter cold pills.
And so...this man, this man from whom at moments like this I can hardly believe I am descended, opted to stop taking his blood pressure medication.
Could anything but madness ensue?
And here we are one 911 call, one stroke, one heart attack, and one angiogram later. With more fun to come, I'm sure!
Sweet bejesus on rye. With a pickle.
I am thankful for Kuya, whose 300 pairs of shoes only make him seem crazy. He is, in fact, quite sane and guiding us ably through the minefield of my father's health issues.
I'll end with some simple advice: don't smoke.