Dad's out of surgery (after about a thousand years of waiting - apparently he was out an hour before I left the hospital and nobody bothered to come and tell us), the alien (which Dad has taken to calling "Mal") is evicted, and all his original parts are intact. He should even be able to eat within forty-eight hours, so I call this a win.
Ooh. I just did that, didn't I. o.O
Reading to do, and "paper" to pull out of my ass. Later, all.
EDIT: I just realised that when I woke up this morning, late, I tied my hair into a big knot at the back of my head to wash my face, without thinking, and did not notice, or fix it, all day. Uh.
Gods will I be glad when this week is over.