Sunday, January 18
None of the days since Dad and I first came to Emory last Monday for his pre-op appointments have seemed like any particular day of the week. And since Steve was with Mom and me this morning and not teaching Sunday school, it didn't feel like Sunday. We breakfasted at IHOP and returned Steve to Emory Inn to pick up his car. We all met in Dad's room.
Dad was happy he was about to receive a suppository (having surgery can make you appreciate the strangest things). He took a walk, had a bath, and happily made a bathroom visit, a pretty significant milestone after abdominal surgery. His tummy was still pretty tight, looking like a basketball, but he hoped for more "activity."
Mom and I took our snack break at the second floor vending area, sitting in the modern wood furniture in a small visitor's area beneath some contemporary blown-up floral photo closeups.
We tipped back into the room where Dad was snoozing, his unopened book on Bible prophecy at his side. Mom slipped into her nap spot in the armchair with the pull-out footrest.
After one more walk with Dad, Mom and I took off to look for dinner. We turned in for the evening after we happened upon a Chili's.
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