My dad took two years off my life (slight exaggeration)!

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So I didn’t sleep great last night because my cold has morphed into a rattling in my chest and an annoying cough (no worries, I already have a doctor appointment tomorrow for something else anyway). The only way I’d get out in this 28 degree weather is if my family was in urgent need of something. Since my dad is already getting out for church, I asked him to bring me DayQuil. Around 9:15am, my doorbell starts ringing wildly, and I hear someone kick the water bottles too heavy for me to lift in front of my door, off to the side. I’m thinking my neighbors (despite their own foibles), are tired of seeing my water in front of my door, and my fond-of-slamming-door neighbor Wade has decided to confront me. Nope. I rush to open the door after seeing no one through the peephole, and see my dad hurriedly going down the stairs. I see a Walmart bag on my door knob, and I thank him. My heart is racing, but it gets pretty warm when I open the bag to see orange juice, Mucinex, DayQuil, NyQuil with honey, and even my known addiction, a Coke. I love that guy.