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I roughly spent about three and a half hours with my mother in the car. It's a miracle I'm still sane.
Even more than a miracle is needed for my dad tomorrow. The surgeon is operating on him tomorrow (two more tears, at the bottom of the eye this time) and will do something with oil that will leave his vision blurry for some six months. Great. He used the words "we hope" and "possibility of failing" rather a lot too, so I don't think my dad's chances are all that great. If this doesn't work, my dad will go blind in his left eye.
I know I'll be lighting a candle in honour of my Gay Messiah tonight. He might fancy my dad and make an extra effort, who knows.

By the way: My sanity can be questioned, seeing as I also tried to reason with a two-year-old having a tantrum today: "What do you mean with "eeeee" C, you'll have to speak clearer, I don't understand."

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