Had to take my father to the doctor's.
That is always a trying experience.
Today he decided to show me on the way to said office that he's got 5 blister's on his hands. 5 HUGE blisters, obviously from weeding the garden, that he wasn't supposed to be weeding.
3 of said blisters had to be drained, because we didn't want them draining when I was at work.
Oye to the vey.
He managed to hyperventilate because of the needle.
Yup...
Thought he might end in the hospital with a COPD flare.
Thankfully he calmed down...and the doctor ran from the room to get some Prozac for herself!
Never a dull moment, I say...never a dull moment.
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