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Pater Familias
Posted by | Posted in Personal | Posted on January 29, 2006
Somehow I got wrapped up in reading my October 2004 entries as I was trying to figure out what the heck to blog about tonight. I wanted something light, something funny, something not pregnancy related. (Still...pregnant...) Then I lit on a post about my father, which jogged my memory of a recent conversation with him. Quick history: my dad is a wanna-be hypochondriac, and he's getting pretty good at it.
Dad: I have throat cancer.
Me: Why do you think you have throat cancer?
Dad: I have a growth in my mouth.
Me: What did the doctor say?
Dad: He put me on antibiotics.
Me: They're curing cancer with antibiotics now?
Needless to say, it wasn't cancer. It was some random thing and a little amoxycillin cleared it right up. I hope I don't sound tremendously insensitive, but really. My dad is 70, he's in very good health, and he's simply bored out of his skull. Please, Lord, don't let Freya be blogging something similar about me one day. (Or whatever it is those young whippersnappers will be doing in 2045.)
Nah, she'll be blogging about how you dressed her clothes that were soooooooooooooo 2010 when it was already 2011 and embarassed her in the car with her friends by screaming the words to U2 songs or something. :-)
I love your quips..'curing cancer with antibiotics'. :-)
She'll be telling everyone how hip you are!
She'll be talking about how cool you are flying around with your new jetpack watching all the hip new holomovies. Or something.
Oh my God. 2045. HOly crap.....
Oh, anyway--the whole hypochondriac stuff seems to come w/ age, like failing eyesight and digestive problems. We're all doomed to it, probably. ;-)