Short Entry with a Long Story Behind It

Not a whole lot to say, except there’s a ton to say.
I’m completely and utterly exhausted…both mentally and physically.
I know I haven’t been around and usually I say that I suck for things like that.
Such is not the case this time.  I make absolutely no apologies for my absence as of late.
My father had double-triple bypass surgery on Thursday afternoon. 
Double-triple is my own made-up word for saying that they bypassed SIX of his arteries.
We took him into emergency Sunday night.
He’d been having severe chest pain for over three weeks.
He’s been having chest pain period for over a year.
The cardiologist at the first hospital said that it looks like Dad’s arteries have been blocking for years.
This explains more than you’ll ever know.
Dad was in ICU from Wednesday morning (they wanted to make sure he was stable until surgery) until today at 6:00 p.m.
He got up and walked around the unit this morning – it was circular and he traveled it twice.
They finally took out his last chest tube and I.V.’s and put him in a regular room on the Cardiac Ward.
He’s very ornery and argues with the nurses, my mother and myself.
Shortly after he gets mad at us, he quiets down and says he’ll do what we ask "in just a little bit."
I’ve temporarily  moved back home to help take care of him when he gets out.
I still have my place, but I’ll be living with my parents for the next five or six weeks.
Basically, I’ll be like a live-in maid.  Cleaning, cooking, heavy lifting.
My dad can’t do anything – lifting, strenuous exercise, not even driving.
I’m excited but also apprehensive.
Mostly, I’m just glad he’s in the "good zone" now.  It was a bit frightening for a while.
Early one morning, we were sleeping (at the hospital) and he started crying as he told my mom what he wanted sang at his funeral.
I lost it.
Twenty minutes later, he was trying to make plans for Christmas Day dinner.
That’s my Dad.