About 27 years ago, at age 19, I was admitted into the ER at Sunybrooke in Toronto with end-stage renal failure. On the way to the hospital on the TTC bus, my father sat beside me on the bench. I started to black out ( go into a coma) and then he smacked me across the face to wake me up. This happened a 2nd and 3rd time, with each slap getting a bit rougher. I could feel the heat of his slap on my face. He balled me out for being a lazy so and so. Riled me up and got the adrenylin flowing. The doctors there were stunned that I had walked in. I had lethal doses of toxins in my blood.
I left the bus without even thanking him. I was in a haze.
FYI, my dad died when I was 5 years old. Of kidney failure.
Who knows, maybe I was just delirius
, but I do NOT think so.
So now I want to just say "Thank you, Dad!"
