Dr. Witt just came in, and dad thanked him for taking care of the membrane and cleaning out the ick. Dad didn't remember threatening him, which made Dr. Witt actually smile at the memory!! (we think he was a very shy child...and probably has an IQ double mine and my sisters put together) (his residents call him Dry Witt) It's a momunmental moment to get Dr. Witt to smile.
So, while dad looks kinda like crap, and feels like hell, he is getting a little bit better every hour. He does loves his hourly pain injection, and me and my sister are watching him like hawks while "working" on our computers. Thank God for technology.