So yesterday my dad had a minor surgery (that took THREE hours) to get him ready for regular dialysis treatment. So i went to the hospital with him. Fortunately, i had plenty to occupy me, as i was also responsible for completing two final exams. One of which i did while sitting in the "Family Waiting Area." Why can't they just call this the lobby? Weirdos. anyway, a couple thoughts from the experience:
1) My life is 180 degrees different from one month ago. It's absurd. I was having a cup of coffee and a croissant at the hospital, and while trying to swallow this doughy, gross confection they label a croissant with the watery coffee, i was thinkinab about how i was taking breaks from class, and having the wonderful croissant/pain au chocolat and cafe withfellow students a few weeks ago. But i have a lady with an oxygen tank here - so good times were still possible!
2) IV's are GROSS! I don't care how many times you get it done, it is still disgusting to watch them stick the damn iv into your arm. ugh. Funny thing is, my dad actually has a preference on where to put the iv. You know you've been to the hospital too often when you actually prefer an IV in one place over another. ugh.

Anyway, dad's surgery went well, and we're poppin' vicodin to celebrate. Come on Over!