Kinda worried

• What's up my homies? How has your weekend been? Mine's been okay, I guess. Friday morning I went to breakfast at IHOP with Michelle, then took Dad to his doctor appointment. We got bad news, but Michelle and I kinda expected it. He's got congestive heart failure. He's on diuretics and potassium, and so far they seem to be working. He's had to pee about once an hour all weekend long. A few months ago he had a little swelling in his ankles/feet, and his doctor told us to keep an eye on it. Well now he has a lot of swelling in his ankles/feet/calves, and we brought it to their attention. That plus he can't sleep lying flat. It sucks, but I'm thinking positive. My mom had heart failure/kidney failure and lived another 4 years, and it was officially the cancer that killed her. I say if Dad listens to the doctors and takes his meds he should have at least a few more years left. I'm so positive, I know.
  
• Okay that was a buzzkill. Thought I'd get it out in the open. Easier to write it here than to talk about it conversations and depress everybody. The rest of my weekend was okay, given the circumstances from Friday. I worked Saturday morning, then dropped by Fernando's house for a bit before picking up Michelle to run some errands. She made me slightly irritated since she first mentioned going to one store for medical supplies and then demanded that I take her to the bank and the mall. I'm sorry, but I don't play that way. You can ask me if I'd like to go there, but don't assume I'm your taxi driver. Anyway we went out to Stoneridge, and I got a few more bad DVDs. Sixpack starring Kenny Rogers/Erin Gray, and My Blue Heaven with Steve Martin/Rick Moranis. Later on in the evening Cathy and I went to Trader Joe's and I picked up a few things here and there, including stuff for dinner. Stuffed pasta shells with alfredo sauce and fresh green beans. Yum. Later on that night I made Cathy watch Sixpack in my room while we played Uno. She was not amused. Haha.
  
• Sunday morning Cathy and I took Dad up to Sebastopol with A LOT of pitstops on the way. First we went to Starbucks then Dad had to pee. Then we stopped in Petaluma at Coldstone so he could pee. Then at McDonalds in Sebastopol so he could pee. Then after the cemetary at Foster's Freeze so he could pee. Then Cathy's job in Richmond. Then at my house. So yeah the diuretics seem to be working. Let's hope they keep working. Anyone that wants to pray for Dad feel free to do so, because I am.