My sister told me that Dad...

went to the emergency room last night because he was in excruciating pain. However, he waited for three hours and didn't get to see the doctor. During the waiting period, he was making comments like, "Have you picked out a coffin for me? Just go ahead and put my name on your grandfather's stone!" He was joking about dying at a time like that. Sis said that she didn't pay him any mind after he kept talking about dying.

The nurse gave him some painkillers and my Dad went home. He couldn't wait any longer. Today he drove back to Oakland from Sna Jose for an emergency check-up. The doctor took x-rays, urine, and blood to determine the source of his pain. He'll have to wait until Friday to get the test results.

It's news like that that scares me. I need my parents to stay healthy. At least until I get out of prison so I can spend some quality time with them.

I keep breathing.