So, my father somehow managed to develop sepsis in his knee. He's going under the knife today to void the infection, and then he'll be on IV antibiotics for a little while.
A little background: Dad was a kick-boxer in the '70s and '80s. He tore his ACL during a match when I was about a year old, and has had knee trouble ever since. I'm actually surprised that it's taken until now for him to be forced into surgery.
Dad's a hardy creature and has a great attitude, so I'm sure he'll be fine. But still...sepsis is pretty dangerous.
Dad on the Tube the last time he visited me in London.
I've always been a daddy's-girl.
I'll post again once I hear news.