Just keep swimming, just keep swimming...

My dad is in the hospital. He wasn't feeling well yesterday, his heart was beating arrhythmically, and he went to the doctor, who sent him to be admitted at the hospital where I was born. He's having surgery tomorrow to get his heart back into rhythm. I'm a little worried, but I know he's in the right place and is getting treatment. My mum's gone to visit him this evening and take some things he asked for. It's weird, my dad is a big strong man, when he gets sick he usually keeps working unless he's really ill, this is the worst he's ever been. His heart has been troubling him for a while, but he was on medication which seemed to help, then the doctors took him off it, and now he's in the cardiac ward. Hopefully he'll be home tomorrow evening. It's very quiet at home without him.