well.

I am sitting on my parents' couch, listening to my mother tell about how she pulled a catheter out of her abdomen wound yesterday, as she shows the scar to everyone present. She apparently almost fainted at the time.

Last Thursday, on the way to the hospital, my dad was driving and I was lying in the backseat, burrowed deep into my hoodie. We pulled up to a stopsign, and he complained about how you couldn't see it until you came right up to it. He said it made him lose his mind.

I know how he feels.