It's Sunday night, April 27th (i think) and I'm a little f'd up on beer and wine so take this for what it's worth.  It's been a pretty long week so what the hell.  

My dear dad had what we hoped with be relatively routine hip replacement surgery on on Monday…a week ago tomorrow. Well, routine turned to shit hitting the fan on Thursday and a return to surgery today.  He developed a bleed and his leg grew three sizes in diameter and hard as a rock.  

He's been in severe pain for the past three days.  It's been tough to watch.  (tougher to watch was the nurses putting in a catheter. all decorum is lost in a hospital)  

So…my siblings and I…thank GOD for brother and sisters…have been keeping vigil all week.  Things seem to be under control after the second surgery.  He's in good hands, both physically and metaphysically so in my soul, I know all is well.  Just this damn ego keeps getting in the way telling me otherwise.  

Which explains the beer and wine.  Another glass and my ego won't have a chance anymore tonight.