So Dad just called me from hospital with the fateful words “Do you want the good news or the bad news?”
My reaction was a modified desire to punch him. So Dad, you’ve just gone through a serious operation…this had better not be anything really bad.
I opted for the bad news first in the hopes that the good news would cheer me up. Turns out he has MRSA. The good news? The operation went well and he can go home tonight.