Like the plague

While I was in the hospital, my father was dealing with an abscessed tooth and antibiotics that made him sicker still. Because of his age and health, they had to wait for the specialist to pull his tooth. Either way, it sucked to be him. One the day I escaped from the VA, my sister had come to see me and was surprised to find I was being let go. I ran as fast as I could for the door and she followed. Amy informed me she had to visit dad while mom was attending a birthday party for a friend that was out of town so mom would be gone for hours.

Amy inquired if I wanted to join her to see dad and I informed her it would be better if she dropped me off at home so she could spend unlimited time with dad. Amy called me later in the evening to inform me dad was rushed to the ER with what turned out to be shingles. I love my dad, but right now, I am avoiding him like the plague. The last thing I need is another infection :-(