He's in great spirits and he seems to understand that he has a blood infection and needs to be there for a while. As ... he said yesterday ... I guess it beats the alternative. (he means dying). I just respond ... sure does dad.
Then he asks ... how much does this fancy facilitiy cost? I told him ... Medicare pays for everything. His face lights up and says ... Well ... hell ... Pooker Annie ... let's go!
I just love this crazy old man. He rules!
Have a super Tuesday!
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