Thirty mins after her call I ripped into the hospital parking lot and haul ass (okay so more of a brisk walking ass, I only run if being chased or some shit is falling) to pops room. I expect crash carts and George Clooney, instead I see my dad making rude gestures at the nurse, his face covered in thick medical tape. I sense a WTF and FML moment.

Apparently the pressure on the mask was so high it was causing the mask to blow off his face. The lack of o2 caused his stats to crash rapidly, he became agitated and started to loose his breath. The nurse freaks out and calls me, drops pop a craptop of joy juice to calm him and procedes to figure out the issue and tapes the mask to dads face. Pop wakes up, sees the half pound of medical duct tape on his face and cusses out the nurse in country man sign language. I think he called her a cow or he could have been insulting her weave. Either way o2 is back up and he is back to stable. So far the doc has decided to keep him off the vent as long as possible.

Side note, my pants totally fell down in the hospital lobby while carrying food. I basically mooned a hospital.