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Dad and I just had a talk about his dad and how he suffered with colon cancer but didn’t tell anyone until they cut him open then stitched him back up because it was too late. My paw-paw told my dad he didn’t want to burden him any further. Not 10 hours ago I told my dad we have to have better communication than that and anything serious doesn’t bother me. It would bother me if he hid concerns and made them worse.

Well, apparently he was feeling weak and dizzy some time after midnight then couldn’t get off the toilet. It wasn’t until 5AM he called me. I could barely understand him.

Now we are at the hospital. They’re running all kinds of tests. Hopefully they don’t kill him.

Anyway, Dad is having a bad day. I am too. I’d hate for him to go through all this alone. I pray that I’m here for him no matter how long he needs me.

Dad and I just had a talk about his dad and how he suffered with colon cancer but didn’t tell anyone until they cut him open then stitched him back up because it was too late. My paw-paw told my dad he didn’t want to burden him any further. Not 10 hours ago I told my dad we have to have better communication than that and anything serious doesn’t bother me. It would bother me if he hid concerns and made them worse. Well, apparently he was feeling weak and dizzy some time after midnight then couldn’t get off the toilet. It wasn’t until 5AM he called me. I could barely understand him. Now we are at the hospital. They’re running all kinds of tests. Hopefully they don’t kill him. Anyway, Dad is having a bad day. I am too. I’d hate for him to go through all this alone. I pray that I’m here for him no matter how long he needs me.

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Dying slowly and in pain sucks. Once you know this, never feel sorry for those who die quickly in such things as car accidents, or from strokes and heart attacks, or even when they get knifed or shot. We are all going to die, and a quick death is the easy way to do it.

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It’s fucking brutal to see and talk to less and less of my dad. Brutal.

So, he got admitted. Getting more tests. No glaring issues but something is causing these spells.

The fucking nurse is a nigger. The nurse’s aid is a country ghetto white girl with a tattoo on her neck. Resident Dr. is a bug man.

I could read my dad’s prescriptions better than the nigger.

Jesus Christ.