Today I'm taking dad to the doctor's for his after hospital check up.
We've called the office to see how things are running so we know how to deal with his oxygen.
I'm so not looking forward to this.
I hate doctors.
All of them.
They make me nervous. Even when it isn't me seeing them.
On a plus, dad does sound a whole lot better. So let's keep our fingers crossed that today goes well.
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