My father is having surgery today to have something called "floaters" removed from his eye. I can't sleep!. I worry about him and my mother. Perhaps too much. When I called today he told me that I didn't need to come to the hospital. As if I could just go on about my day knowing that someone is poking around in his eye. Sure...that'll happen. I was angry with him, he sort of forgot to mention the surgery at all. If it weren't for my sister I would never know anything. When I talk to them everything is just fine. Parents...counting my blessings...