
Around mid-November, I remember my mom told me my dad was in the hospital again. He was in the process of trying to live alone still but he was having troubles taking care of himself. I remember the frustration running through my body again and I just wanted to let it out. She told me I should talk to him over the phone so he could hear my voice. The conversation we had was very minimal. He seemed so disoriented and confused as if he almost didn't even know who I was. I told him I loved him and I would see him soon. I drove up to Fort Wayne that night to go see him at the hospital. When I got to the hospital I talked to my mom to see how things were going. He apparently had a mini-stroke and passed out in his household and hit his head pretty hard. According to the doctors everything was ok and he should be out in a couple days. I then went into his room to see how he was doing and he looked so tired. I have never seen him look so exhausted in his life. I knew this time was different unfortunately... I could feel it... I knew things were changing...
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I enjoy and love reading your blog. It hits so close to home. I can't wait for your next post. I really love your writing. I think your style just makes it that more interesting and intense.
In England now there are too many people with degree's, people who've just graduated are having to take jobs below their level of qualification or just plain can't find jobs.
You have to have a really high standard of degree now too as it's so competitive out there, nothing guarantees you will get a good job in the current economic climate it seems.
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