I admit it. I am a sorry ass feeling sorry for myself lump of sorriness.
The surgery went fine. The doctor was able to save most of his thigh. My dad reportedly said, "Yo ho ho," when he woke up this morning and then requested a parrot and an eye patch. It's, uh, probably because of the drugs that he is so cheerful, but probably also because he is out of pain for the first time in about two years.
Thank you again for all the lovely emails and comments and sweetness. I appreciate it a whole real lot and I promise I will try to not to be so dramatic and scary next time I am having an episode.