Thursday, January 27, 2011
Every two months I take my dad to his rehab doctor so they can drain his morphine pump and refill it. He used to take himself. But over the last few years he's cut back a lot on his driving. So I take him there. Downtown. Which used to frighten me. They draw up a long needle and stick it in his abdomen. Another thing that used to frighten me. It's become so clockwork. My dad talks and talks because he's nervous every single visit. The introverted part of me finds the whole experience exhausting. And I dread it every time.
But I also know, deep down, that someday I'll miss this.