Soon I'll be in the hospital getting minor surgery. I actually looking forward to it, despite the fact that recovery is going to be painful. Funny, right? I love medical stuff. Well, not love, but like. It gives me good memories and brings me back when I was a little girl visiting my dad at the hospital.
He was always in a good mood at the hospital, and he may even had a lot of fun. He was respected and passionate. He got tired later, but he his spirits were usually positive. He was a great doctor.
And I felt closer to him during these visits. We would all eat at the hospital cafeteria together, which I thought was so cool.
We even had a whole closet at home dedicated to medical supplies. I would play in it not really knowing what some of the utensils and devices were for but found them to be utterly curious. I loved playing in that closet.
I wish my dad was here to see me having surgery, to talk to my doctors, to check up on me. That's how he showed us his love. Through his passion.
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