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Feb. 20th, 2002 09:18 pmWent to visit dad last night at Sunnybrook. He was looking groggy, which is to be expected when you've just been under general anaesthetic. He seemed okay, even if he wasn't quite his normal chipper self.
We got him some flowers (it is tough, I will say, buying flowers for one's male relations. When I desire to get floral decorations for Cindy, I simply get some. 'Gimme a dozen Roses,' I says, and they gives me a dozen roses. For dad, we said "give us a get well bouquet", and they did a good job of it) and took them up to his room. The hospital has a cabinet with nothing in it but vases. I figure it's likely, I mean, where else are you going to find people getting as many flowers as in a hospital? And how often do you take someone a vase for their new flowers? But it was still rather strange.
Cindy mentioned a couple times how she thought they didn't like people to bring flowers into the hospital. Once we walled through the mall on the first floor (swear to God. I think they have three Starbucks down there!), went up to the recovery area, and saw that one of the patients had A DOG visiting them, I managed to dissuade her of that misconception.
I called him from work today. He seemed somewhat dry (his voice, not his humour), but otherwise okay.
I'm very glad he's okay. I'd rather not confront any mortality anytime soon.
Afterwards, we dropped mom off at Uncle Bill's house. It was good to see him & Neil. Sherif (other cousin; he was my best man at my wedding) was at an appointment, aunty Nabila was out. We had to bail because Cindy wanted to get some work done, and I wanted to do some writing.
The 'project' is going well. No chance in HELL I'll be finished on time, but the ideas are gelling rather nicely.
We got him some flowers (it is tough, I will say, buying flowers for one's male relations. When I desire to get floral decorations for Cindy, I simply get some. 'Gimme a dozen Roses,' I says, and they gives me a dozen roses. For dad, we said "give us a get well bouquet", and they did a good job of it) and took them up to his room. The hospital has a cabinet with nothing in it but vases. I figure it's likely, I mean, where else are you going to find people getting as many flowers as in a hospital? And how often do you take someone a vase for their new flowers? But it was still rather strange.
Cindy mentioned a couple times how she thought they didn't like people to bring flowers into the hospital. Once we walled through the mall on the first floor (swear to God. I think they have three Starbucks down there!), went up to the recovery area, and saw that one of the patients had A DOG visiting them, I managed to dissuade her of that misconception.
I called him from work today. He seemed somewhat dry (his voice, not his humour), but otherwise okay.
I'm very glad he's okay. I'd rather not confront any mortality anytime soon.
Afterwards, we dropped mom off at Uncle Bill's house. It was good to see him & Neil. Sherif (other cousin; he was my best man at my wedding) was at an appointment, aunty Nabila was out. We had to bail because Cindy wanted to get some work done, and I wanted to do some writing.
The 'project' is going well. No chance in HELL I'll be finished on time, but the ideas are gelling rather nicely.
