Last weekend, my dad came in for a quick overnight. The first thing he did upon entering our home was take off his size sixteen shoe, and prop his foot up on Erik's favorite chair. His big toe was injured in a skiing accident (BTSS - boot too small syndrome) and the toenail was pushed back into the nail bed causing bleeding, infection and after three weeks of being ignored - SEVERE swelling. The toe was by my estimation, four times it's normal size. I know this because, the second thing my father said to me was: Come over here and take a look at my toe.
My father's visit are often prefaced with intentions to "babysit" (aka surf match.com) so that Erik and I can "have some time" (aka get tense and irritable in the preparation). Last Saturday, there was nothing short of one thousand things I needed to do. Most of witch needed to be done around the house. But because of the toe and the prominent position it was occupying in the living room I joined Erik for the afternoon at his favorite watering hole.
Erik relayed the story of his father-in-law's arrival and the appendage to his tavern friends. To which one of Erik's friends quickly observed that my dad should go to a doctor. Which, miraculously, had occurred just the day before. "What did the doctor say?" Erik's friend asked. To which Erik quickly quipped, "He said. Ooooooooh! You should go soak that at your son-in-laws!"
Erik's dad is coming this weekend. Stay tuned.