So Dad & I went to dinner at Miss Saigon on Grand in Oakland. Dad really likes pho.

I slept terrible. I never sleep well the first night in a strange place, and I brought the wrong pillow with me, so I wasn’t all pillow comfy. I got up at 5:45 so that I could get Dad to Kaiser at 7:30 am. We made it exactly on time.

Dad’s procedure didn’t require them to knock him out, but they gave him the sedation and he was out. I had to wake him up to bring him home. I think he was nervous about it, but it doesn’t seem to have been that big a deal. He felt pretty good when it was all over; he was alert and ready to leave and get lunch.

While he was in the OR, I visited my mom. Poor thing, they are keeping her in isolation in the ER because they are concerned that she might have TB. This is the second time that we have gone thru the TB business. She just had a clear screening. So she is mad because they are telling her that she has to stay in the hospital for a week because of the TB. I think; that was the story that I got.

So she had been in the ER for 14 hours, and they hadn’t fed her. I gave her my apple. We talked a bit. I called Dave and he talked to her, too. So, we shall see what happens there.

Dad and I went to lunch at a Dim Sum place on Webster in Alameda. It was good, and they took good care of us … well, him. He ate an enormous amount of food.

Now, we are home. He is napping. Layla is chasing me around with the meowing cat in her mouth, and I think I will lay down for a nap.