So my dad phones this morning to wish me luck and encourage me prior to my next hospital date - it's tomorrow, but he thought it was today.
He gives me a graphic description of his partner's daughter who was operated on yesterday - intensive care and this and that.
'Don't worry, Dad' say I, 'I'm just getting some test results tomorrow. Then I'll know what comes next.'
'You watch, they might just whip you into hospital right away - they've been taking their time with your tests and cancer grows.'
Gee, thanks dad. I felt fine this morning when I woke up, but for some reason, I'm all shaky now.
He continues by suggesting I get medical insurance. It'll save my life he says.
'I can't afford it.'
Even better, so now something that is beyond my reach is required for my survival. Nice shot, Dad.
Sigh, I do love him, though the farm dog (in today's pic) is much more comforting.