My dad had to go to the emergency room today.
He had abnormally high blood pressure. My sister was home and got him to the ER no problem, and it settled back down, but they aren't sure what caused it yet. He's making a doctor's appointment ASAP.
For all I've been making fun of him because his 60th birthday is next week, I don't really think about what that means. My dad's getting older. His health going to start being an issue. It just seems weird to even think that, since he's one of the healthiest people I know. I almost never see him get ill or stay home from work. Thinking about him having health issues is just...wrong, on some level. It feels like the universe went off track.
He tells me not to worry about him, but I can't help it. I worry incessently about the people I love. It's one of the traits I share with him.
The end of this damn week can't come soon enough.