Yesterday was the 22nd of July and I was supposed to hear from my dad. Well, after going to bed last night and not having heard from him, it didn’t surprise me. Me and Tamara were both totally exhausted so we went to bed a bit early. We both took some pills to try and help with the sleep.
Well, surprisingly, dad calls us around 11ish. I was surprised but happy as well as he kept his promise to call me the same day as his appointment. However, he says there’s another delay. Before he even got into it, I was a little irritated as it seems that there’s always a delay of some kind.
Turns out, his heart is doing quite well with the assistance of his medication and the doctor said that he would be fine to go. But, he has had a cataract (sp?) for awhile now and the doctor recommended that he have it removed before he goes anywhere. Dad said that he thought the doctor would be able to get him in for a laser removal very soon and that the recovery time was very quick. So, although he didn’t have dates in mind, he did say that he thought it would not be too much longer.
I have some mixed feelings about this. He’s talking about how badly he wants to get down here but it seems like everytime I turn around, there’s something else getting in the way. I mean, what if they tell him they can’t remove this thing for another 6 months or so? Will he move anyway and get it done here, or simply wait?
He said he’d call me again at the beginning of the month when he would hopefully know a little bit more. I want to be optimistic that he’ll be calling with good news, but if this sort of trend continues, it might be Christmas before he gets here.
