Just another two-minute story.

When people talk about their parents they talk about how their mom or their dad worked hard and went through some tough stuff and that as their child they have to be tough and do what they want like chase their dreams or something in that sense. I won’t lie and say I fully remember that ho quote and I’m kind of sorta guessing it as I go.

Now I don’t know how the universe decides to pick and choose who gets what and who gets the mental illness with a sprinkle of problems but oh boy did the strong self not pass its way to me. 

Between me having a whole bunch of mental illnesses that can ruin my day and my brain overthinking along with the fact that for some reason I bruise so easily and every other day I hurt something because I moved wrong or slept wrong and can’t move my arm, along with unwanted nausea and the sensitive stomach because for some reason it truly hates food. Now I do promise that I am getting to the point. With all these problems I listed they literally ruin my day like sometimes if I drink a different type of coffee my work day has turned into try not to throw up day. 

Now I get to the point. 

A couple of years ago my dad was diagnosed with type 2 diabetes and when you get diagnosed with that you have to go to other doctors to see how the rest of your body is doing and since he was diagnosed with that he got everything checked and when he went to the heart doctor although there is another word we will keep it to heart doctor they found out that he had a small heart attacked years ago. YEARS AGO. My dad was reaction was I don’t recall ever having a heart attack….. HUH. 

Anyways skip to the present time and something happens while my dad is at work. So the problem occurs and then after it’s done he cleans up his workspace, picks up my mom from work, goes shopping and drives home. Then the next day goes out and gets food for us then comes home again…. Finally Saturday he goes to the hospital because something isn’t right since he had that problem at work. 

Turns out 

My Dad had a frinking STROKE 

A small one BUT A STROKE 

For three days he just went on with his day sleeping more than usual… 

I don’t know if it’s the fact that most of my family on both sides grew up with the “you can sleep it off along with some pain meds” type of thing and that our family is sometimes too stubborn to even go to a doctor. To make things better my dad as of writing this because it takes forever for me to finish a blog post as arrived home and his health is like nothing ever happened. 

Maybe the tough strong gene passed me and I will forever be the person that doesn’t eat on time gets a headache and nausea and my kids that I may never have will be passed the gene. 

Life is weird and shit happens unexpectedly. 

Also 

The one question I do have 

Where did all those signs of a stroke commercial go 

They all kinda disappeared.