I just want to apologize to everyone for my scarceness lately. My dad has been in the hospital for over a week(he went in on Jan. 30), in my home town(which is four hours away from the city that I currently live in), and the whole ordeal has put a huge strain on me. Every time I try to think about him, and how slow his recovery is, I just end up thinking 'What will I do if I lose him?' I just can't think like that because it has depressed me so much. Thankfully, he is recovering at a great pace, and he should be out within the week, or early next week.
My dad is an overall woodsman. The only thing he doesn't do is haul his own water, lol, but I am sure if he had to, he would. What ended him up in the hospital was a stick. He was out cutting firewood, and on his way back to his truck, on his skidoo. As he was load his skidoo, after loading the wood, there was a stray stick and it stabbed him in the abdomen. He didn't realize it had lodged itself in his stomach and thought it was just the weight of his skidoo, so thought nothing of it. Two days later he is in excruciating pain and can't even get out of his lazy boy. Because the stick was lodged in his stomach and stabbed him in the lower belly, a hole was made in his small intestine. I'm sure I don't have to go into any more detail.. But, he almost died.
I am going to try and post tonight, if not I will for sure post tomorrow. Please bare with me! I miss this place.