So, my dad had surgery the end of last week.
All went well, but nonetheless he was FORCED to take it easy this last weekend so that he could heal and not make things worse. So, being the good patient that he is (HA!) he willingly (psssh) stayed couped up in the house all weekend.
Forced to watch T.V. shows of varying degrees of awful movies...if possible...worse, my father trudged on through the weekend complaining of boredom and hunger. (you'd think we were torturing him!)
And yet, becuase of this quarintine my dad was forced to endure, I got to spend some quality time with him. I am glad he got his surgery done. One, becuase he needed it, but two...and the real reason I'm glad...I got to spend time with him. We watched movies and T.V. together. We talked about things. We even watched a couple games of football together! Dad is usually busy with work, or putsin' around the house, never wanting to stay still...and never having to.
But this last weekend, he was stuck...and I took full advantage of it! <3
Thanks dad, for going through with your surgery.
I love you.