Much better (7/3)

Dad had a 3-minute stint in the operating room yesterday. His surgeon put a needle into the infected lump on his thigh, drained that thang, and sent the fluid on for analysis. They sent Dad back to his hospital room and kept the antibiotics going. He'll need another CAT-scan on 7/12, to make sure the abscess in his lung is dissipating.

He was in great spirits yesterday after the procedure. Amy & I were heading back from NYC to the hospital, and called to make sure he was back in his room. He said, "Bring me some food! I haven't eaten in 25 hours!"

"What do you want to eat?" I asked.

"You know!"

"... Pop, I'm not bringing a Fuddrucker's burger into the cardiac ward of the hospital."

"Why not?"

I couldn't really come up with a good answer, so I conferred with Dad's girlfriend, who I was afraid would kick my ass if I brought that food. She said, "Just bring it. Your father will be fine."

So we picked up a half-pound ostrich burger and some fries, and Dad was happy as the proverbial pig in shit.

They still plan to keep him in till Tuesday, so I'm sure I'll have plenty of opportunities to bring him terrible food till then.