normal, normal, normal, SHIT SANDWICH!
This week's adventure involves Bobito. Again. Tomorrow morning he's going to have double bypass surgery. He called me tonight to tell me. He just found out this afternoon. The doctors advised him to go into surgery immediately or face a 50% chance of dying by a massive heart attack in the next year. I'm scared, I have to admit. Even though Dad says that the surgery is common, that it has a low mortality rate, that he has the best doctor in the city working on him, I'm scared. And I'm alone up here, jumping every time the phone rings.
I hate that I can't be with my family right now. I hate that I can't see my Dad. I hate that I'm so afraid and that my parents are mortal. I think I hate that the most.
