Urban Drool

I have a very good friend here at work. She was the first person who found out about my pregnancy (she walked in on me in the ladies room last May, as I stood there at the bathroom sink, stupidly staring at a barley positive HPT) and has been a source of constant advice, humor and support.

She is 38 and has a 6 year old daughter. Single mom. Great gal.

Her father died last night.

He was only 68 years old. He went in for an outpatient surgery about 3 weeks ago. Hernia repair. No biggie. Then about a week later, the whole family dragged him back to the hospital becuase his pain was pretty bad and something seemed off.

In about 4 hours time, he went from perfectly fine to unconcsious and bleeding out from a huge bleeding ulcer in his gut that nobody seemed to pick up on during his surgery. He lost a huge amount of blood and after days that stretched into weeks in the Surgical ICU and countless blood transfusions, infections, 2 more surgeries and 2 minor heart attacks, he died last night around 11 pm.

I am sitting here in shock, feeling so awful for her. She and her dad were so close. And I feel so awful for her little girl. My friend's daughter was asking countless times over the past 2 weeks to see her Grandpa, and she was always told she could not (children are not allowed in the ICU). At one point, she was certain that she was not allowed to see Grandpa becuase maybe she had done something bad and everyone was mad at her.

Is that not totally heart wrenching?

Anyway. I guess that's it. It's just so sad. It's shitty seeing bad things happen. It's even shittier seeing bad things happen to really good people.

Here's my friend holding my little pickle when she was only 3 weeks old...