Margaret gets her hip replacement today. She's already had the other hip done and both knees, so this is all but routine. On the other hand, she's 90. There isn't anything that is entirely unserious at that age.
It also sucks that Dad can't be there. It's cool that they're as close as the telephone of course. I want to send some silk roses on his behalf. However, two months at that hospital demonstrated that there are seldom adequate places to put flowers in the rooms. But we'll muddle through somehow.
It's flat amazing to me that she'll be all better again (knock on wood!) in just two weeks. Just unbelievable, entirely in the good way.
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