I'm not worried. Nope, no sirree, no worry at all over here.
I'm a big friggen' liar too.
It's not the surgery he's getting now. That's pretty minor stuff. It's the fact that the doctor strongly suspects he's got the same problem with his knees that his mother had. The surgery that lead up to her death.
Yes, it was totally unrelated... she had an undiagnosed stomach problem, that was agravated by the surgery. But still... it's around the same time of the year.
He doesn't have to work tomorrow. He also can't eat or drink anything after midnight.
My job will be to pretend I'm just fine with this.
Nope, I'm not worried at all. Not me.
My mom and dad are coming to the hospital to wait with me, Thursday. So is my friend Bob. I'm glad Bob is coming, he's a good friend. But... I'm really glad Mom and Dad will be there...