I imagine you know your dad well enough to have some idea whether it might have just been that he was concerned and failed to apply a filter to a long-standing way or referring to someone. I mean, still offensive, but like, I still have to deliberately change in my head the pronoun for the person in my workforce who is now female (who has been presenting as female for maybe 3 years and had surgical changes made a year and a half ago, I think), and I suppose if I were particularly frazzled, I might not only fail to do so, but fail to realize I had. I hope not, though, and I think were the person my child, I might have spent some considerable time trying to make the right pronoun reflexive.

Am glad you didn't die. Also, am glad you did not have my usual response to anesthesia, which involves regaining the capacity to control my limbs considerably sooner than regaining the capacity to consider whether I should, and apparently being Quite Averse to remaining horizontal. I try to get up and leave, over and over. At the time, I have no sense that this is a Bad Idea, though afterward, I remember and am all, SELF. WTF. Heh.