I forgot to call my father on Friday or all this weekend, when he had the surgery on Friday.
a) I suck as a daughter.
b) At least that means I wasn’t worrying.
c) Actually, I was so worried, I blocked it out. I hate when I do that. All weekend I felt like I’d forgotten something important.
Anyway, he called yesterday to let me know he was all right. “It” doesn’t glow or anything. Whew!
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Since I wasn’t old when surgery was…I suck even more.
If I was supposed to tell you,doesn’t that make me even worse?
For some reason, I thought I had told you, though.
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