Life? She's shart.
Saturday, February 13, 2010
dat she is.
Went to visit Adam's grand-dad at Toronto General today. He's 90 with the mind of a 40 year old, and his knee has failed him, so he decided to get a surgery done to make him a little more mobile...and well, it didn't work out as planned.
He was suppose to have the surgery then move onto rehab in the Toronto core, however, he hasn't really been good since having the surgery two weeks ago. He came down with some sort of gastro virus and it's litterally draining all the colour out of him, and they don't know what or why this is happening...
Today was the first time we saw him since Christmas. It was frightening. The man can recall when he was just a "wee lad" *scottish accent* coming accross the North Atlantic, all the family vacations and travelling he has does (the man has been to every US open (tennis) in the last humpteen years), but a little gastroententional *mutilation of said word* is holding him back. I only wish I live to be 90, and if I do live to be 90, that I'm even half as spry as the old man is.
Regardless, today was a little frightening. You can see his age today. He's not the little cupcake he was way back in the day....hell he isn't the cupcake he was at christmas.
I suggested to Adam we come out more often. He's 90, and not even planning to be at our wedding in August. I didn't know he was cynical like that, but I guess I get where Adam's dad gets it from, lol.
So, in short...
Life? She's shart. No tellin' if ye put your arse in a pine box or on the chesterfield tomorrow. Let the Lard Tarry.
Went to visit Adam's grand-dad at Toronto General today. He's 90 with the mind of a 40 year old, and his knee has failed him, so he decided to get a surgery done to make him a little more mobile...and well, it didn't work out as planned.
He was suppose to have the surgery then move onto rehab in the Toronto core, however, he hasn't really been good since having the surgery two weeks ago. He came down with some sort of gastro virus and it's litterally draining all the colour out of him, and they don't know what or why this is happening...
Today was the first time we saw him since Christmas. It was frightening. The man can recall when he was just a "wee lad" *scottish accent* coming accross the North Atlantic, all the family vacations and travelling he has does (the man has been to every US open (tennis) in the last humpteen years), but a little gastroententional *mutilation of said word* is holding him back. I only wish I live to be 90, and if I do live to be 90, that I'm even half as spry as the old man is.
Regardless, today was a little frightening. You can see his age today. He's not the little cupcake he was way back in the day....hell he isn't the cupcake he was at christmas.
I suggested to Adam we come out more often. He's 90, and not even planning to be at our wedding in August. I didn't know he was cynical like that, but I guess I get where Adam's dad gets it from, lol.
So, in short...
Life? She's shart. No tellin' if ye put your arse in a pine box or on the chesterfield tomorrow. Let the Lard Tarry.
Really could go for some toutons and molasses right now. lol.
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