Memoir Monday: Stop Worrying, Start Chillin

Memoir Monday

            When I heard that my Dad was getting an operation I was quite concerned and worried about what could happen and if something could go wrong. As I was told more and more information, my worries kept rising… it turned even worse when my mom started talking to me with these complicated medical terms that I knew little about, like gallbladder for example.

            “Francisco, no hagas planes para estes viernes, que tu papa va a estar cansado,” Mom alleged to me across the dinner table.

            “Ok, Mama. Me voy a quedar en la casa entonces,” I answered back and stood up from my chair.

            Agh! I know I’m supposed to be helpful and all… but I really wanted to go out this Friday! I walked back to my room kind of stomping like a small kid on the long Persian rug that covers the marble floor on the hallway… hope my mom didn’t see me though.

            When I got to my room, I sat on the black couch that’s right in front of my television; I wasn’t thinking about anything or anyone… my mind was blank and empty except for one word… operation. I tried to keep my mind of the subject but it was useless, everything I thought of ended in the same thing, operation.  When I had had enough, I went over to my dad so we could talk.

            “Dad, can you tell me exactly what they’re going to do to you?” I demanded with a serious expression.

            “Ok, they’re going to take out my gallbladder and some other stuff… why? Are you worried?” He answered all suave.

            “No…” I lied and went back to my room.

            I threw myself against my bed and threw my socks to the floor. Why should I worry? Not even my dad seems to be upset or concerned… I guess it’s just me then. I focused on Facebook and on my television to make my mind not think about the operation anymore… but it came back to me when I stumbled upon a picture of a doctor on Google images.

            I looked over to my right in order to see what time it was, 9:45 my clock read. Since I couldn’t stop thinking about it, I just went to sleep so I could forget of everything, but first I thought of how my dad wasn’t even worried about the operation… I seriously need to stop taking things so seriously, life’s too short to worry too much.