my father is going for back surgery tomorrow. we’re waking up at 4:30 am…I can’t sleep. It’s already a quarter to 1. inside of my purse there are a couple of books (The Count of Monte Cristo and To Kill a Mockingbird) along with a gameboy advance sp, my fully charged cellphone, a couple of bags of 100 calorie fudge cookie packets and various odds and ends.
I had physical therapy today, and while my back hurts from being stretched out…I can’t help but be grateful that this health condition was found early on. I could have ended up like my father – only 49 years old and with a ruined back. I’ll let you know how he is once I get back home. He has to stay overnight at least once. I hope everything will be okay. He was very downcast and melancholy tonight. He’s been hearing horror stories from concerned colleagues and their influence has really put him on edge. I think he’s feeling his mortality right now. My boyfriend and I watched Click tonight. The frailty of human life was elegantly exposed, but the film touched a nerve or two in the tear duct department in the corners of my eyes. I’m glad I didn’t ask my dad to watch it with me. He would have probably freaked out. I know that I would have if I were in his place.
Rachel, over and out.
