Whirlwind weekend...
Saturday, got up at 4:00 AM so I could pack and spend the weekend at my Dad's and not miss a second of my cousin's hockey tournament... took Monday off so I could be at the hospital no later than 6:00 AM to escort my dad into total knee replacement surgery.
Last night I finally made it home, exhausted, sporting a 101 fever. 3 days where I am up before 5:00 AM just did me in. Still went to work today because reviews are coming up and I need to pull numbers for my people.
Going to go to Walmart and shop for toys to give dad tomorrow in the hospital. He should be out Thursday or Friday. Surgery went well, but the amount of pain he is in the amount of physical therapy should stand as testament to all that you need to treat your body kindly whenever possible. I feel guilty that I am not with him now, but I can't tell if I am sick or SICK. Plus he sounds so tired on the phone that it felt like he was done with visitors for the day.
Last night I finally made it home, exhausted, sporting a 101 fever. 3 days where I am up before 5:00 AM just did me in. Still went to work today because reviews are coming up and I need to pull numbers for my people.
Going to go to Walmart and shop for toys to give dad tomorrow in the hospital. He should be out Thursday or Friday. Surgery went well, but the amount of pain he is in the amount of physical therapy should stand as testament to all that you need to treat your body kindly whenever possible. I feel guilty that I am not with him now, but I can't tell if I am sick or SICK. Plus he sounds so tired on the phone that it felt like he was done with visitors for the day.