For once in my life I want to thank the hospital for watching over and taking good care of my dad.
I’ve told them this so many times on the phone, but they’ve done something amazing, nothing much shorter than a miracle !
For those of you who don’t know, my father is the typical stubborn man ! He will do anything to spite anyone.
Christmas Eve he was found at his home by his girlfriend, barely breathing and unable to move. He was rushed to hospital where a pipe was fitted in to one of his lungs to drain it of all the fluid that had built up inside, he decided he would tear it out, he decided he wanted absolutely no medical help.
About 4 days ago he decided he would allow the staff to bathe him, later on that day he told them he wanted pain killers, and the next morning he agreed to obey the staff and take whatever drugs it took to make him better and go on oxygen. Low and behold, today I hear from the hospital to say that he might be able to go home in a week or two.
I’ve got a feeling the hospital might be getting a nice bunch of flowers and a card soon, it’s not even close enough to express my feelings of how thankful I am, but it’s a start.

I kinda still don't know where I stand with him, all this "I'm not your father" stuff. I know I'm his, we act the same, we resemble each other and I definitely get most of my personality traits from him. When/if he gets home I'm going to make a huge effort to try and sort this crap out !

But more than anything, I owe my smiles each day to this man :



He looks a smidge like a pineapple but he's my world.

Now, to spend my evening making posters for work and drink Disaronno and coke.
Not a bad life really huh?

Thank you again for all your support on my sets.
And don't forget you can find out anything you want to know about me right here !

Don't be shy !

XO