Back from València
So I'm back in Barcelona after visiting my dad in the Hospital. He's ok, although he's still with some temperature. I had an ok time except for my dad's wife. I can't stand her. She was playing Florence Nittingale with him all the time. Even putting cream on his feet in front of me, like showing off how my dad was being taken care. She even offered money to pay my lunch (well, 30 euros) before taking the train, which I didn't accept. Then she said the money was to buy a gift for my dad for my next visit. Good, it seems I'm a bad son for just having brought the newspaper and paying a decent coffee for my dad (as well as getting his mp3 player running, her grandson's Nintendo DS full of new donwloaded games) and not having bought a present.
Coming to the important stuff, it's really bugging me that they don't find what my dad has, nor the reason for his skin rash. I saw it today when she was applying some fungicide cream and, although it's well treated, you can see it's not looking good.
Coming to the important stuff, it's really bugging me that they don't find what my dad has, nor the reason for his skin rash. I saw it today when she was applying some fungicide cream and, although it's well treated, you can see it's not looking good.