Not a Dog Blog Post

Sorry for not writing much over the past few days. I know it sounds lame, but I just haven't been in the writing mood.

For those who don't know, my dad has been in the hospital again, for the same thing that scared us all a few months ago: pancreatitis. And they still don't know what's causing it. I've always been a daddy's girl and this has--with the risk of sounding really self-absorbed--been really hard on me. This is a picture of me and my dad at my wedding a few years back:

My mom was able to take him home yesterday, but he's still not out of the woods, and is still feeling weak, tired, and generally lousy. To top off the pancreatitis, which is really painful, he also managed to pick up the stomach flu whilst in the hospital. :(

This whole experience has really rattled me. It's the first time, I guess, that I have been faced with the terrifying truth that my parents are mortal. That they won't always be around. I have been a wreck... crying at seemingly-random things and being generally unstably depressed since he went back in the hospital. At least things are looking up... his enzyme levels are almost back to normal. I guess I'm just worried, even though I know he'll be okay.

It's odd... I started off this post wanting to write a typical post about the training I did with Cedar and Moss on Sunday. Blogging is funny that way.