Just wanted to post a little update about what's going on here. Bepa's still in the hospital and we've been given both good and bad news in the past few days. The good news is that despite the congestive heart failure (which we already knew about), his heart, lungs and kidneys are in better-than-average working order. He did not have a heart attack and they can't find a single reason why he was suffering through such intense chest pains. They're currently chalking it up to the (still) healing incision from his last bypass surgery. I haven't figured out if this makes any sense at all (my brain is totally fried), but I keep reminding myself that they're the professionals, not me. The bad news is that his blood pressure is still sky high and the drugs aren't helping to bring it back down. Sooooo, he's still there. His spirits have been high up until now, but he's starting to get really annoyed by the fact that they keep telling him he can go home the next day and it hasn't happened. If you're a doctor or a nurse, please, please, PLEASE stop doing this to your patients. I know you mean well and all, but if you get a patient's hopes up and then you continue to let them down when you can't follow through, this does nothing more than kill a positive attitude. I can't imagine that this does anything good for the healing process.
Anyway, we've had a few other pretty major scares lately and I can't help but feel incredibly grateful for the health of my family, my friends and the families of everyone I know. Even though things haven't been the greatest around here, at least everyone is still alive. That's all that really matters anyway. You never realize how much you take things like health for granted until someone falls ill or gets the scare of a lifetime. I'm glad that you're all still around. Really glad.