Bulletproof Dad.
Dad's surgery went well, and I just left him (and his wife) sleeping in the room. I went in search of coffee, but I've got a few minutes to kill before the cafeteria opens back up at 3:30. He now has a titanium-encased difibrilater implanted into his upper left pectoral muscle. The ICD is technically, theoretically and hypothetically capable of withstanding a bullet shot, but he has been warned under no uncertain terms is he to test this. (Can you tell that he is already picking up a bit of a reputation with the hospital staff?) Otherwise, things are going fairly well and he'll be getting out tomorrow. As for me, I'm looking forward to getting some coffee in about another five minutes. I'll let you all now if there are any other changes.