The Old Man is doing great after his surgery on Monday. His Caregiver (aka Puddin) faithfully gives the eye drops at the required times, and if I do say so myself, I've not missed his eye nor have I wasted any drops so far. Hell, they cost so much, you can't afford to waste a drop.
He was outside this morning puttering around with his dark wrap-around sunglasses, and did just fine. He's taking his afternoon nap now, and he even is going to church tonight.
As all of the nurses and doctors said on Monday, he's one tough cookie. And so is his wife. And I'm glad I have that DNA in my genes.
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