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I've just returned from visiting Dad again this evening. He is so tired. And sore. And puffy. And mopey. They have tubes feeding into his carotid artery, with a bunch of apparatus taped to his cheek, which is unbearably Borglike in appearance. He dozed off ten or so times during our short visit. We talked to the nurse, who says he is doing well. He's mad about being kept up for an hour at a stretch several times a day. So he's spunky, I guess. She says tomorrow they may take out the chest tubes: don't ask about them, it's too icky to discuss. Sometime I'll write about Mom and how she's handling all of this.
I'm so happy there is no strategy guide chapter sitting in my inbox because I honestly couldn't face it now at 9:41 p.m., no matter how much the client jumps up and down or how loudly he begs. I am feeling licked for today.
I've just returned from visiting Dad again this evening. He is so tired. And sore. And puffy. And mopey. They have tubes feeding into his carotid artery, with a bunch of apparatus taped to his cheek, which is unbearably Borglike in appearance. He dozed off ten or so times during our short visit. We talked to the nurse, who says he is doing well. He's mad about being kept up for an hour at a stretch several times a day. So he's spunky, I guess. She says tomorrow they may take out the chest tubes: don't ask about them, it's too icky to discuss. Sometime I'll write about Mom and how she's handling all of this.
I'm so happy there is no strategy guide chapter sitting in my inbox because I honestly couldn't face it now at 9:41 p.m., no matter how much the client jumps up and down or how loudly he begs. I am feeling licked for today.