It’s always something with my father. I just saw him when I was home for Uncle Tim’s wedding, but he’s already back in the hospital. The gist of it is that dad blacked out when in the kitchen. He fell on a knife that went in very deep and punctured his right lung. They operated and removed the knife, but now he’s in ICU and the big fear is an infection.
    A funny thing is that when in the ambulance, when he was half delirious, Dad asked if anyone had a camera so they could take a photo of the knife sticking out of his chest. He tried to explain to them it’s because I was making a documentary comic book, but he was so out of it that he didn’t make any sense and the paramedics thought he was crazy.
    So anyway, pretty nervous and upset. We are just doing the waiting-game where we wait to find out if his body will heal or give out on him.