Blood clots scare the shit out of me and since I've had one, I know how dangerous and scary and unpredictable they are. I mean, I'm lucky mine went to my lung, it could've went to my brain or my heart. God only knows. So now, I'm scared that my father is going to have a blood clot and die. I mean, he's a diabetic, which means that he already has poor circulation and he'll be on crutches for 6 weeks. Did you know that blood clots are one of the leading causes of death in hospitals? That shit is scary. I've tried not to get to panicky with the fam because no one wants to think about death, but considering my mother is a very open and blunt person, I told her she should talk to the doctors about it and be aware of the risks. So I've eased my mind a little bit. We'll see.
Man, you know you're getting older when you start worrying about your parents' mortality.