Dad's sick, again.
So Mom convinced Dad to go to the ER. Turns out that he has pneumonia and the flu. They have decided to keep him. The doctor put him on breathing treatments, antibiotics, and increased his fluid medication's dosage. They temporarily increased his oxygen from 2 liters to 3 liters. He's feeling ok, even cracking jokes; but with his heart condition, he has to be monitored carefully so that the pneumonia doesn't cause another round of congestive heart failure. He should be home in a few days.
This, coupled with a coworker's grandmother's death, is the reason I must place all plans on hold so as to be able to take turns sitting with him and covering her shifts. This really sucks because I was actually going to see my Naz. I was going to spend the night snuggled on the couch or bed with her and the animals and maybe Adam, talking about life, love, bondage, servitude, and a few other random topics the alcohol would have allowed to escape our lips. Damn it!!! I need Nazzuh time! Love to all. Sorry for the last minute cancels. Ciao!
This, coupled with a coworker's grandmother's death, is the reason I must place all plans on hold so as to be able to take turns sitting with him and covering her shifts. This really sucks because I was actually going to see my Naz. I was going to spend the night snuggled on the couch or bed with her and the animals and maybe Adam, talking about life, love, bondage, servitude, and a few other random topics the alcohol would have allowed to escape our lips. Damn it!!! I need Nazzuh time! Love to all. Sorry for the last minute cancels. Ciao!