Crabby

This morning, my dad still wasn't feeling good when we went down for breakfast. At one point, he turned away from the t.v. in the cafeteria and said that the colors on the screen and sounds were making him feel sick. He also couldn't lift his head without feeling dizzy.

He went outside after breakfast to get some fresh air. He seemed better because when I gave him his medicine, he said that I caused him to not pee for a whole day because he took a whole pill of Lasix. He said "Ni hai wo."

First of all, I said, where does it say you need to take half a pill? I gave him the medicine packet and he said, "Right here." I said, "That's my handwriting. I wrote that after you told me half a pill a day."

Yesterday morning, I opened up the Lasix and only found 4 pills. I asked him, how come only 4 pills for a whole week? At first he said that you only take them when you need them. I disagreed, but he took a whole one anyways. Then, about half an hour later, he told me, "You're supposed to eat half a pill a day. The doctor said half a pill a day." I don't recall the doctor saying that, and even if she did, at least it should have said something on the packaging. But it didn't.

So today, he said "Ni hai wo." Then added that because of me, he didn't go pee for a whole day yesterday. I felt like telling him that he was lying. Because Lasix doesn't prevent you from peeing. It actually does the opposite, by helping your body get rid of excess fluids in your body. It was prescribed to help him reduce swelling in his ankles and feet.

Obviously, he's blaming me for feeling ill. The side effects of Lasix include nausea and vomiting, upset stomach, headache, and blurred vision, and I think he was feeling them all yesterday.

Today, I got a nice email from Jeffrey Shih, who worked for my father in San Francisco:

"As I respect your father like my own during my almost 10 years working with him when we were all in San Francisco. We always had good time when we got together in LAX or SHA. However, thank you for sharing me the website so I could know the update of his status. Tell you the truth, until today, I still called your dad " Boss " even though I left Dimerco for two years when I moved down to LAX in Aug. 2003. I ever respect him like my own father and a good teacher to coach me for my career growth. I will pray for him everyday."

Thanks Jeffrey. Pray for me too ...

After my dad's evening nap, he started to feel a little better. We went out to eat at this restaurant called Bellini's Cafe, on Fuxing North Rd., which supposedly is one of Taipei's best Italian restaurants. When we got there, we found out it's actually an itameshi-ya restaurant started in Japan.

I knew he wanted pizza, so we ordered a Parma ham pizza, spaghetti with bolognese sauce, and also a grilled beef salad, which was pretty good. The pizza came out very thin-crust, like wafer-thin. Having lived in New York, it fell way short of our expectations. It wasn't bad, but my dad said that in New York, he would never throw out the "best part," meaning the crust. There was no crust here, the whole thing was cracker bread. We surmised it was Italian-style pizza.

The spaghetti was alright to me. My dad said it reminded him of Jessica, our old dog. I asked him why and he said it's because the meat sauce looked like the dog food we fed her.