poop

i feel too grown up! i'm 30 years old and already, i'm taking care of my parents!

don't get me wrong. i love being there for them; it's a privilege really. after all the parenting and support they've given to me, it's certainly time for me to give back. but at the same time, sometimes i wish this wasn't happening until i was 50 and they were 80.

my poor little dad somehow developed a cyst on his knee. of course, it's on the leg that has no veins (because they used them for his 7 grafts during his bypass surgery 13 years ago); hence, he's extra swollen. and he's in excruciating pain. i found him hobbling around the house this morning and had to help him put his socks on his feet and his pants around his ankles. of course, he thinks he's "healthy" and "fit" enough to go to work today. so he's gonna hobble, hop, skip, and jump around the kitchen at his restaurant. what a crazy fool!

this morning is a bit different than the typical "escort" i provide. instead of bringing my dad to some cardiologist or wacky procedure, i'm with my mom. she's having a colonscopy. ugh. poor little thing. without need for description, we all know what that is and where they go. makes me cringe and clench just thinking about it. i'm her designated driver for after the procedure when she's all drugged up on fentanyl and versed. should be an entertaining morning!

just another day in the life of christa... nurses, doctors, waiting rooms, procedure suites, gowns, gernies, drugs, IVs, blood, gas, and a whole lot of poop!