It's been a pretty worrying few days but it's all looking up now. It started on Monday with a phonecall I got at lunchtime whilst at work, my dad had been admitted to hospital. He had been feeling poorly at the weekend but it got progressively worse come Monday. Turns out his throat had completely closed up and he couldn't talk, swallow or breathe. Doctor said had he fallen asleep, he might not have woken up again. Went up to see him on Monday night and it was a bit of a harrowing sight if I'm honest. I don't mind hospitals, I've actually been in the same ward my Dad was in, but seeing him looking so poorly really shocked me. To me, my old man is the ultimate Iron man, i've never seen him take a day off work sick in the past 23 years i've been alive. He actually tried going into work on Monday but was shot down thankfully.
On a happier note, he got out today with a bag full of Drugs that would earn him millions on a street corner.