His ass is not grass...for now.

So, my dad went back into the hospital yesterday morning. He woke up, and was confused and unable to answer questions from my mom. Having had a history of strokes (and most other maladies), my mom took him to the ER. After running some tests, they admitted him to the stroke unit, and are further testing him to see what exactly happened to him.



Not funny stuff.



However, when I was at the hospital this morning, he got his daily "care plan" from his nurse. See exhibit A:

as you can see, the diagnosis above is "Mental status changes, not ass." I am SO relieved his ass is ok. I was worried for a while that he would have to have a proctologist consult. I mean, his ass looked ok to me and my mom, but you can never be too careful in such circumstances. Besides, given the fact that it is my dad's ass, I wasn't really checking it out too carefully.

So, I told my dad that if perhaps he would get his head out of his ass already, he would probably not be quite so confused. My mom was not amused. Dad, however, thought it to be quite funny. His cardiologist was in today, and I wanted to confer with him as to my dad's ass status, but my mother wouldn't allow me. What a buzzkill. Especially after I have watched countless hours of Fox News with dad yesterday and today. THAT is a dedicated daughter.

Hope you are all well, especially your asses.