So many people have been asking after my dad's condition; it's been really touching.

Thanks to all of you very much, and here's the update.

I haven't had a chance to speak with my dad's doctor yet, but apparently everything went according to plan, if a bit longer than anticipated (4 hours!!). I finally got to go see him around 8-ish this evening. He's in quite a bit of pain and experiencing the phantom limb thing, but he's also telling the nurses how to go about their business~ Ordering the nurses around... he'll be fine, I'm sure ^_^

/post-op update

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*sigh*

Korean test today : abominable
Korean test tomorrow : just as bad, I'm sure.

Do I have a CSCI test? I think I might.

Meh. What an awful, tense sort of day.

Anyway~ It's nearly 10 here and I'm just getting started on my homework.
I've yet to master the science of total focus (=NotReadingFanfic) on homework while pulling an all-nighter, but hey, I'm armed with a triple shot caramel mocha, Benny Goodman is playing in the background (Sing, sing, sing), and I've got a functioning keyboard~

Things are looking up.

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-addendum-
My mom just had her breakdown. She's okay now - for the time being, I should say.

Preacher and his wife stayed with my mom all day until I could get there. She held together really well all day. Every time I called (every ten minutes that I wasn't in class... >_< ) she was perfectly calm and, while I wouldn't call her -upbeat-, she wasn't exactly suffering in the throes of depression either. What really impressed me was that, after I came down to Denver, she started spurting out driving directions as smooth as you please, "Left on Alameda, right on Monaco, keep going, that's right."

This, my mother who got lost in Choudrant -twice-.

That's what I was mostly worried about, I guess. She's so dependant on my dad and me for so many of the little things - driving directions, adept use of the callback function of cellphones, complex interactions with other english speaking people. For pete's sake, she only learned how to gas up the car a few months ago... how on earth was she going to handle being at the hospital all day without me there?

Well, she showed me~ And now that we're home and she's busy doing laundry, she finally allowed herself her a little bit of a cry, and now I've convinced her to go on to bed because she has a long day of more independence ahead tomorrow.

Have I mentioned just how -proud- I am of my mum?