09-14-2006, 08:03 PM
My sister held my father hostage to medicinal ministration by not giving him the remote on Sunday. His leg was bright red and hot to the touch. The cut on his foot had become inflamed. My father thought the tempature and bright color were a sign of good circulation. My sister took him to the hospital.
My father's primary physician must live in the same delusional realm as my father, because he thought the foot was A-Okay. The podiatrist they also visited checked my father into the hospital. At 6pm Wednesday they commenced to chopping. Originally it was just going to be the tip of the toe next to the big toe. But when my mother called and I asked how much they were going to take, she explained that they were going to keep cutting until there wasn't any infection. He could lose the entire toe at this stage.
Stupid Father. He's such a man about seeing doctors.
My father's primary physician must live in the same delusional realm as my father, because he thought the foot was A-Okay. The podiatrist they also visited checked my father into the hospital. At 6pm Wednesday they commenced to chopping. Originally it was just going to be the tip of the toe next to the big toe. But when my mother called and I asked how much they were going to take, she explained that they were going to keep cutting until there wasn't any infection. He could lose the entire toe at this stage.
Stupid Father. He's such a man about seeing doctors.
So much for the flickr badge idea. Dammit