So my dad was admitted today with a blood clot in his leg. I have no spouse, no kids. Mom is gone and so is my only sibling. It’s me and Dad. So whenever his health is at stake, I freak out. They’re giving him blood thinners and have taken around 30 vials in 8 hours. He’s 78 & a stubborn old fart. I’m a daddy’s girl & will be until ^I^ die. So taking good thoughts, prayers, healing vibes, rum for Jobu, whatever it takes…..