These last few days have probably been the hardest days of my life. My dad had scheduled heart surgery, and it went well. He's been in the ICU for the last two days. And while I know everything is going to be fine, I'm not going to feel okay until my dad is finally home. I i could take the pain from his body and put it in my own, i would do so in a heartbeat.
Spending all day in the hospital is surprisingly draining, even though my family doesn't do anything besides sit. We're only allowed to go into the icu every two hours.
I really don't like seeing my dad in a hospital bed. The nurses and doctors tell us that everything is fine and that there's nothing to worry about, and I take a small amount of comfort in knowing that a nurse/doctor is in the room with him 24 hours a day. But even so, it's difficult.
It's emotionally draining to say the least.
It's weird to be in the ICU waiting area. Some families here are waiting patiently. Some are laughing and socializing. Some are holding each other and crying. It's a chaotic mix of emotions and feelings. I don't envy those that have to be here every day for weeks. On the plus side, they serve free coffee/tea/candy in the waiting room. The comfortableness of the chairs leave much to be desired.
But I can't think of any of that stuff. None of it stays in my head anyways. I just want my dad to get better.
