Okay, so synchronicity's a bitch. First off, my Gf's dad got sent to the psych ward, and no-one could figure out what had happened. The Hospital would not release any information until the next week when my Gf and her aunt found out he had tried to commit suicide. He had slit his wrists and called the ambulance so they could find his body. That didn't quite work out for him in that he survived and the put him under observation. Now on to MY dad. There's a certain mindset my dad has, and although its not overtly suicidal, one might think he is. For context: Greece, 1976- my dad went to run the actual Marathon run and in a frenzy of sleepless sightseeing(48-72hours straight) he fell asleep at the wheel, rolled his rental car and seriously fucked himself up. He ended up sneaking out of the hospital, wrapped in bandages like a mummy, and ran half the marathon before his injuries caught up with him. Now fast-forward to last week, he went hiking up in the hills and ended up rolling down a hill. He's 83, so of course he busted his ribs. I had to find out about it from my sister, who also informed me he had an enlarged prostate(no cancer fortunately)


......so there you have it, dads causing so much worry and stress. I have been sustaining myself with cat videos this past two weeks. Maybe I'll get around to posting stuff.