Pops always thinks of me.  I work, take care of DJ, take care of him, clean the house, do the laundry, cook, buy groceries and run various and all errands, not to forget I'm in school full time.  Pops' heart today decided I really don't have enough stress in my life.  Dropped him off (yes I took off work to take him to his appointment) to have a stress test.  Of course there are abnormalities.  They admitted him in the hospital.  Wasn't once this year enough?  *sigh

I'm really hoping he's in and out this time.  He's having a catheterization tomorrow.  From there they will decide whether or not they are going to do a balloon or if they need to do heart surgery.  I'm really hoping they DON'T do the surgery.  They last time he had bypass surgery (a quadruple, circa 1999) he caught an infection on the operating table that wasn't identified for about 6 weeks.  That's where all of his problems started.  This will be the 5th time he has to be hospitalized in 5 years.  We only missed out one year of hospitilzation (oh darn). 

DJ was my comic relief for the day.  We went to the hospital while Pops was waiting for his room.

DJ:  Pops, is that your naked butt I see?

And the roller coaster begins.  I won't disappear this time.