Implanted

My Dad’s procedure went well. (Hope you enjoyed your French music this morning. 😉 ) He has his implant. It’s called an “Implantable Cardioverter-defibrillator.”

We’ve just left him and have returned to my parents’ house. He looks pretty well, all things considered. He’s going to be in hospital overnight.

And now we – my mother, my sister, and myself – are the ones who need to recover too. We’re exhausted.

It’s been – so far – a good, if tiring day. 🙂

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