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oh my god, dad
Aug. 25th, 2009 05:35 pmso i called my dad today to see how he was doing. he had his third round of chemo yesterday morning, and had to be back at the hospital for an mri at 2am.
when i asked him how he was, he said fine, but that he was in pain. when i asked why he was in pain, he said that sunday night he had CRACKED A RIB. oh my fucking god. could he have any more problems?
apparently, he was in his wheelchair and he dropped his cane. he was leaning over the side of the wheelchair to try and grab it, but couldn't quite reach it. so instead of asking for help, he just leaned over a little bit more to try and reach a little bit farther. SNAP.
oh, dad.
when i asked him how he was, he said fine, but that he was in pain. when i asked why he was in pain, he said that sunday night he had CRACKED A RIB. oh my fucking god. could he have any more problems?
apparently, he was in his wheelchair and he dropped his cane. he was leaning over the side of the wheelchair to try and grab it, but couldn't quite reach it. so instead of asking for help, he just leaned over a little bit more to try and reach a little bit farther. SNAP.
oh, dad.
