My dad is in the hospital with complications from the surgery. He caught a bacterial infection known as C. difficile in the hospital. I took a week of family leave and flew to MountainVille to be with my parents.
My aunt is driving me crazy with her weirdness:
“Why do you think this happened to him? Do you think your dad had any premonition that this was going to happen?” (WTF?)
“Don’t you think you ought to google the bacteria to find out what he has?” (Like we wouldn’t have already…)
“I guess this is proof that antibiotics aren’t always good.” (No kidding.)
“Haven’t you told the doctors to give him yogurt?”
She means well. She really does.