Mom is back in the hospital. They're giving her more blood, and will be doing some tests to find out why she's bleeding again. I'm keeping my fingers crossed that it's not cancer.
MY dad spent some of his childhood in a catholic orphanage. They were mean to him. I don't think he's ever forgiven them. Whenever my mom is in the hospital, dad parks in the clergy parking space. I think he started doing it because of his unresolved anger towards nuns and priests.It was his way of saying F You! He continues to do it though, I think, because he knows we (my sisters and I) laugh about it. He's such a trip. I remember one time we were in the waiting room while mom was having heart surgery. A nun introduced herself, offered her services and before leaving asked if we had any questions. Dad asked her what she thought of those pedophile priests. Maybe it was mean, I don't know.........I do know I almost choked on the soft drink I was drinking.
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