Because life was too boring.

Today's title is a rhetorical answer.
Doesn't require a question.
One could probably use it in a variety of situations.
Next time you don't know what to say, try it.
And when people look at you like you're weird, explain the meaning of rhetorical answer.

So when we last caught up with each other, my dad needed surgery.
He'd been flown out of the little town he lives in and taken to a slightly larger town with better-equipped operating rooms and more choices in surgeons.

There was some arguing from him, he thought his chances of surviving the surgery would be greatly increased if they brought him here, to OHSU.

We managed to convince him that his chances of contracting the virus were also greatly increased if he went from a location where there are ZERO cases to Portland where there are hundreds.

He had that surgery on Friday.

But when they got in, they found a complication that would require a second surgery.

So he had another surgery a few hours later.

A second time under anesthesia, a different surgeon.In an elderly person, general anesthesia usually has built-in complications. Drug-induced dementia/delirium (they're not the same) as well as a bunch of other potentially bad things.
Look it up if you're curious.

Smacking an old man who has underlying health issues with double doses of crazy drugs is probably not the best idea ever.

A man who is already a little more grumpy than most and already paranoid on his best days.

I love my parents. I'd like them to be around for many more years. I don't think that's a realistic idea, but I still want it.

Dad has been confused, angry, confused, paranoid, angry and confused. It doesn't help that no one is allowed to come to the hospital to visit him. Mom hasn't seen him since he was put on the helicopter.

She doesn't ask questions of medical personnel, she just sits and nods and does the medical equivalent of yes, Dear with every doctor visit.

He didn't want to stay at the hospital. He was afraid of catching you-know-what, although there are zero cases in that hospital.
He was combative, mean, confused. Also confused and making no sense.

He threatened to get the president involved if they wouldn't let him out and became very angry. When I talked with him this afternoon he sheepishly told me that he had called them 'a very bad name' but he couldn't remember what it was. He also said he'd apologized to them.

Poor Dad.

We are hoping that he will be able to go home tomorrow. They're trying to arrange a home health aide, my mom has a ton of physical issues of her own and can't take care of him and everything else she has to deal with.

As his condition improves, we hope that my parents will be able to stay in their home.

There's a ton more, but I am trying not to put a bunch of personal medical information out there.

I'm worried about them.
It's a five hour drive when the weather is decent and I can't take care of them, either.

We're hoping that the effects of the anesthesia will wear off and that Dad will be okay soon. My brother said he's much more rational today than he has been.