Rant #2,228: Better Days

Yesterday was a difficult day for a lot of people.

Brett Kavanaugh was put through one of the most heinous displays of witch hunt hysterics during his hearing yesterday.

Anyone who believes what his accuser says, and I mean even one single word of what this liar has to say, has marbles in their head substituting for brains.

I do believe that Kavanaugh will win the battle, but lose the war.

He will become a Supreme Court judge, but because of baseless allegations supposedly taking place more than 35 years ago when he was a high school teenager, his name has been besmirched for life.

Yes, Sen. Joe McCarthy is rolling in laughter in his grave.

Now that that has been said, let me tell you about another person who had a bad day yesterday--my father.

Soon to be 87 years old at the end of November, my father--a former tough Marine during the Korean War years--stepped out of the car yesterday while taking my mother food shopping.

Evidently, he did not have good footing, because he fell, flat on his back, with the back of his head taking the most punishment from the fall.

He was rushed to the hospital, the nearest hospital from the location where they were at, in neighboring Suffolk County. The hospital is a bit of a hike from where they live, but you can't pick and choose your hospital in such a situation.

Anyway, my mother called me by about 10:30 a.m. in the morning, and I rushed over to the hospital, not returning to work for the rest of the day.

When I got there, he was in a bit of pain, and he soon went through a battery of tests to determine what the damage was.

He never lost consciousness, was cognizant throughout this ordeal, but his side and back hurt like the dickens.

After all of these tests, not only does my father have a welt on the back of his head that is the size of a silver dollar, but he has a mid-spine fracture and on top of that, pneumonia.

He will be in the hospital for at least the next few days, and he will be beginning therapy for his back and further evaluation of it while under the hospital's care. He will also begin whatever therapy is used to cure him of pneumonia, which he had two years ago and took him about six months to beat.

After years of sitting during his job as a cab driver, my father's legs aren't as strong as they used to be, and he has had some mobile issues in the recent past.

I guess that sooner or later he was going to fall again, and yesterday was the day.

My mother is doing OK considering everything, and she will be fine now that he is under the hospital's care.

I think that what happened brought her to the clear realization that while they are very active seniors, there comes a point where for some people, maybe the activity is too much.

My father is no longer 25 years old, and no longer is he the healthy, active and athletic figure that he once was.

His mind is fine, but his body is not keeping up with his mind.

I think he will make it--his strength is now more inward than outward.

So to sum up the day, well, if was a difficult one, for sure.

On top of everything, later that day, my wife and I went for our yearly physicals, and I am happy to say that we came out with glowing results.

We are doing pretty well for our age. Sure, we have some aches and pains and some other things that come with age, but we are, overall, physically fit.

Yes, that was the good news of the day, but yes, until my father is out of the hospital and back home, I will worry about him, and I will be concerned even after he is home.

He will make it, I am sure of it.

Have a good weekend, and I will speak to you again on Monday.