I fell asleep to the voice of Bruce Springsteen this afternoon. This morning I woke up not being able to breathe. I've been battling this for a few days now. We thought it was just because the dog has been in the house and I'm allergic to dogs. I knew it was time to go to the doctor. I can't get my father sick.
I haul my butt to the doctor's office and what is it? Of course, bronchitis. A nebulizer treatment, steroid shot, and a cortisone shot later, I have two sore butt cheeks and the shakes but my lungs are now able to get oxygen. All I want to do is eat and then sleep. Jessica has to be at the airport at 4:15. Do we go to the Back 9 and meet Mom, Dad, Aunt Nora and Aunt Donna? I don't have enough energy in my body for that. We hung out and at 4 we headed to the airport. We said our "see you soons" and I headed home. I was completely worn out.
Back to the point of this story. Bruce Springsteen. When Chelsea and I were younger we couldn't stand car rides with our father. It was a dreadful experience. This stuff Dad called music was a joke. All we wanted to hear was some G105 and whatever the Top 40 hits were. Dad would pick us up every afternoon and take us to Claudio's. And every afternoon we would ask if we could go to Revco for AllSport and candy. And every afternoon Dad would say no but would stop anyway. And despite our horrible taste in music Dad would always put on G105 and listen to whatever horrible "musician" was popular at the time. Man, we made Dad endure some horrible things.
... that was until the week of July 4 would come around. It was payback time for Dad! Two hours of whatever music Dad wanted to play. The worst music ever made. Bruce Springsteen. Rob Orbison. The Doobie Brothers. Dad, how could you make us sit through two hours of that torture? Every year we listen to the same horrible music, and every year we get lost in the same exact spot. Every single year.
Now, what happens after you do the same thing over and over and over? Sometimes you kind of get used to it. Sometimes you kind of even start to like it. There was absolutely no way Chelsea and I were ever going to get Daddy know we were starting to like this music of his. That only worked until it was announced that Bruce Springsteen was touring. Chelsea and I needed to go to that concert. We had to go and feel the energy and have the music bounce off of our chest, leave with our ears ringing, to see our Father smile ear to ear. We absolutely love Bruce Springsteen. He is now my comfort music. I can sing the words to almost every single song because of my father. I have my favorites, of course, but if I hear the voice it brings me comfort and so many memories. So today, after my treatment, and knowing what the future kind of holds... I needed a little Human Touch.
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