Today, I wasn't going to see my dad, I was just going to call him, because I really needed a break but then he called and asked me to pick up a newspaper for him so finally relented and I did go to the hospital.
I promised myself.. that today, I wouldn't let him get me down and if he started that I would leave.
When I got there, I met up with one of the therapists and we all (my dad, myself and she) went into a room and had a little discussion. Since she doesn't speak much English and my dad, not much French.. I acted as liaison.
It seems in the morning they had him do chores and cooking. They made him make eggs and bacon and toast etc. Everything went well.
Tomorrow the group of therapists get together and discuss about the patients. She told me right off hand.. oh.. he'll be out in a few days for sure.
When we left the room, we met up with his doctor who said.. He can leave tomorrow.
Well.. my dad was ecstatic.. and for the rest of the afternoon was in a great mood.. and didn't give me one moment of strife.
When I left the hospital.. it was quite cold and the air was nipping at my ears..the walk is about 1/2 hour but I didn't care. I was just so relieved that it went well.
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I'm glad your father is doing better, also you're feeling better as well!
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