I'm writing this from the Emergency room at Children's Medical Center in Dallas. I love being a father. It is a source of great joy in my life. I hate the fact that I am so familiar with this place. I know where everything is, I know where the fastest elevators are and I know where the cafeteria is. I even found the Starbucks on the 6th floor of the Bright Building.
We have been to the emergency room twice, spent six days here in April and my daughter had surgery three weeks ago. That does not include the numerous ENT, GI and surgical appointments my wife has brought her to. I'm not even sure why I 'm writing this other than the fact that it is therapeutic.
Anyhow, its late and I'm tired so I think I shut down.
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