watching over

Dad looked great this morning but tonight could barely muster enough strength to keep his eyes open, half due to the worry building up to Tuesday, half due to the behemoth kicking from the op, and half from the constant bleeping from the bleepy things around him and the noise of the automatic tap switching on in the corner of the room every ten-or-so minutes.*

He still looked 150% better than I was expecting though.

*either a sensor fault or there's a ghost in the room with handwashing OCD.