I found out yesterday that my dad has been in the hospital since Saturday. (The fact that I'm finding out on Monday annoys me, but I guess at least someone told me this time.) He's in the hospital again because of his diabetes. -sigh- He told me that his body was attacking itself. He hadn't been taking his diabetes medicine, hadn't been eating, and had only been drinking booze. So he was extremely dehydrated and malnourished in addition to his blood sugar levels being off the charts.

It breaks my heart to see someone I love in so much distress and I can't do a damn thing about it. I know he's just really broken right now dealing with a divorce (that has been dragging out for years now) after 25 years of marriage, difficulties with employment, and facing the loss of his home. He admitted to me that he just stopped caring. His weight is down to 125lbs! That is unimaginable for me. I called him last night and he sounded pretty weak still. Poor dad. I love him so much. I just don't know if he will take care of himself after this. So that worries me.