Bionic Father Update!

My Dad is now a Borg! Well, not really. His right knee was replaced today in a relatively quick procedure. My mother and I took turns at his bedside; to be honest, the watch was easy - with the anesthetic AND a femoral block AND a morphine "pain pump", Dad was very seldom on our plane of existence. Tomorrow will likely be tougher; they're going to have him start physical therapy on the one knee even before they've replaced the other. I plan on telecommuting and visiting him tomorrow during lunch to see how he's doing. Not to end with too much trite sentiment, but even though it was nowhere near as serious as my mother's quadruple bypass operation last year, looking down at Dad in the hospital bed did evoke a lot of feeling - how fragile he looked, how he had looked after me when I was ill and now the tables had reversed.