1. Doris gets to start physical therapy. That means medicare will pay for the nursing home, which will make Sly happy.
2. Sly survived the surgery.
Me: Did the doctor suggest that your dad should not be drinking five ounces of booze a day?
Primo: I don't think he knows about that. Any time my mom and dad have to answer questions about their drinking, they say they are "moderate" drinkers.
Me: They go through 1.75 liters of bourbon, a liter of brandy, and wine and beer every week. That is not moderate.
Primo: They think it is normal.
Me: If that is normal drinking, then I am Cindy Crawford.
Note: I am NOT Cindy Crawford. Nobody would ever mistake the 5'5" 142-lb me for a supermodel. Even if I were taller and thinner, nobody would mistake me for a model.
Primo: People think what they do is normal.
Me: It is not.
Primo: Sometimes I have that much in a day.
Me: You do not drink that much every. single. day. They get drunk. Every. single. day.
Primo: My dad doesn't appear drunk.
Me: Yeah. "Appear." So when he makes your mom cry with his meanness, he's doing that sober?
Primo: Hey. He has just had cancer surgery. It's not time to focus on his meanness.
Me: Cancer is not a get out of jail free card. It does not excuse being a jerk.