I've seen far too many women over the past 24 hours not wearing bras, y'all. Very disturbing in some cases! Veeery disturbing. Spread the word to the older and younger females among you...bras are always required in public. Always. Jeezy fucking chreezy on a stick.
I'm having a hard time leaving the area. A big part of me has wanted to turn around and go back to the hospital every step of my journey home thus far, even as I sit here in the airport waiting for my flight at 12:20. I wanna go back, rent a car, and go to the hospital. I said goodbye to dad last night, and started to cry. I know he's in good hands...the best, some might say. He's comfy when he's in bed (they each cost the hospital something like $25,000. EACH. Fuck. me.), and has learned that when he's sitting in the chair in his space he needs more cushioning because his ass gets sore, and he had some congestion last night that started to build up and if he thought me making him laugh hurt, he just hadn't experienced the lovely feeling of coughing yet. That sucked.
Anyway, he's recovering. He's the healthiest person they've dealt with who had to have the lung transplant and the other pulmonary transplant they wound up doing (some main pulmonary artery that carries blood from the lungs was just about shredded when they opened him up. It started bleeding during the surgery which was the complication they encountered while they were performing the transplant. They then transplanted a new pulmonary artery in to replace it...apparently, those types of arteries are harvested along with other organs, but can be kept in a bank situation due to the fact that they don't have to be kept "alive" like livers, lungs, hearts, etc...have to be.), so that's encouraging. He doesn't feel any better than he did with the old lung, though, which is bothering him a tiny bit it seems, but he knows it might take some time to get used to.
So leaving is hard. Very hard.
But there are some things making it a teensy bit easier to deal with. Things liiiike...watching the freaks at the airport. Every now and then, a handsome businessman passes by me, and I'm distracted by the fantasticness of them for a moment. But then the guy who is eating a bag of chips as he walks through the airport banging out the rhythm of the song he's listening to on his iPod walks by. Or a dude who appears to be rich walks in with an unlit cigar hanging out of his mouth, a la Hannibal from the A-Team (who was played by George Peppard?! Why did I not know that now until I looked it up? Holy crap!), and sits down to have a snack with his companion who has tied her puffy jacket around her waist. Their Louis Vuitton duffels match, and are sitting on top of the table they're eating on, because they're obviously far too precious to sit on the floor! Heavens NO!
And the non-bra wearers are around, of course. *shudders!* Women who need bras, mind you. Not the teeny, tiny boobed women that wear layers and you can't see their boobs if you tried. I'm talking C cups and up here, folks.
I'm sitting across from the "Swatch" jewelry store in the concourse. I didn't even know Swatch was still around now that the 80's were over.
Oh, there's cigar hanging out of his mouth dude again! It's so weird...(I saw one on the way out of KC, too, and I'm not sure if it's the same guy, to be honest. I don't know where this trend came from, but they don't look cool, and they should've given up pacifiers back when they were 2.)
Thanks again for everyone's thoughts and prayers through all this. Dad's still in ICU, but I couldn't stay any longer just because I felt a need to hang out. The expense of it, and the missing work (even though I can really work from here without issue), and the being without my Leo and Izzy was bearing on me as well.
I'm just a plane ride away, if need be. That's what matters.