Yes, this strip is based on a real situation. He's doing much better now.
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You sure got a purdy smile!
That's what you get for moving to the south!
Best wishes, and thanks for the excellent lemonade.
If it's bypass surgery, he'll probably start feeling a whole lot better than before the surgery before they even clear him to leave the hospital. One of those medical techniques that didn't exist when I was a kid.
Boy, does this bring back (unpleasant) memories! Like when my grandfather died two years, and my family got angry with me for not attending the funeral. Which was on the other side of the country from me (USA). And which they didn't bother to inform me of until the day before. It was also the first I'd heard of his death, for the record.
So I feel ya, man. And yes, there is no hiding the grin when I hear that yet another relative has just gotten out of the hospital and needs to be cared for by someone else, because poor me, I live too far away to take them in! It's almost like I planned it that way or something. ;D
My own experience was similar. I was bemused, for I'd never had a heart attack.
And thus, my plans for getting to the Yucatan Peninsula begin.
That smile isn't as epic as "Your hide will make a fine poncho," but it does contain a hint of "I have developed a taste for organ meats."
One of the essential keys to happiness is to live at least a thousand miles away from anyone with whom one shares close genetic heritage. Bravo on having learned this.
Scott, given the autobiographical nature of your strip, I hope your dad is better now.
I am guessing something close to this happened in real life. Second, it probably happened when it was still cold 'back home', given the creative timeline and publishing schedule.
First, I am sorry to hear your Dad had to undergo surgery. I hope he has recovered.
Second, I hope you sent him some Mickey ears so he knows you care and has something to look at and think of you while he was stuck in the hospital. I am sure it made him happy to know you were enjoying warm pleasant weather while he was stuck in Winter's icey grip.
Good luck to your Father, and Brother
Your brother's skin will make a fine poncho.
We're actually moving BACK across the country because the move to THIS side was due to his dad's health! Which failed the day before we arrived, leaving us in a ghost-town for a year-and-a-half. So we're going back home, which is across the country again, from the remaining surviving parents (one each, both 70 years old). Oy.
My brother-in-law lives nearby, but he still manages to be completely unhelpful.
I literally had this conversation about 6 weeks ago. Same deal, "We are just going to look at the arteries and put in a stent".....Nevermind the stent I think will do a Quintuple Bypass tomorrow morning.
He is recovering great, but yea what a conversation.
Almost a play by play of this past December in my family.
I hope your Dad feels better soon
When I was an incompetent young person, the optimum distance was an hour away from parents. I could bring my laundry home or get a free meal any evening. They're always home. But old folks don't risk driving an hour to find you not home, so they always call, and you know how busy kids are.
Hope your father will have a very good recovery.
And as someone who moved to a distant rural area a few decades ago, I've now learned there are certain difficulties in helping aging parents when one is not only very busy and loathes flying, but lives four hours from any airport that has halfway decent fares and faces a thirteen-hour drive if one chooses not to fly. Ignorance was bliss.
I thought Scott lived near Seattle, and his family was from Washington?
Note from Scott: Yeah, I stepped out of continuity for this. I should probably find some way to differentiate between the fictional Scott Meyer (Who is still in Seattle) , and the real Scott Meyer (who is in Florida).
I hear you. I only live a few hours away from my mom, but 2 years ago she had surgery (that I knew about) and ended up with SERIOUS complications during the recovery period (she didn't/couldn't keep anything down for 2 weeks and they wouldn't give her an IV of fluids or anti-nausea meds). When do I find this out? 2 days before she's going to be discharged, because her sister finally called me, saying "you need to get up here and take care of your mom!" Gee, thanks for letting me know.
I know you typically write about personal experiences. I hope everything is OK. Know that your devoted readers are keeping your family in our thoughts.
Do you always swap which hand you're holding the phone in? Left... Right... Left... Right...
This is probably the first BI that I don't laugh at, if only because I'm the voice at the other end of the phone, calling my siblings & other family (first about my mother's health and death and now regarding my father's various operations) since being the one tasked to taking care of the parents (as the single, a.k.a. disposable, member of the family).
I actually have the opposite problem... Relatives are in town visiting grandmother? The people who live on the far side of the country know about it weeks in advance. Me (who lives about two miles away)? I find out they were there the night before they go home when they call to ask why I didn't stop in to visit...
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