I miss my mornings with Ben, Danise, Michael S, and Tomovoz! As you can see from the above, the bitch found a keyboard.
All is not so hot today at Middletown General Hospital. The insurance company wants my dad out; they know full well there are precious few premiums coming in to pay his bills, and the hospital wants to keep him if his appetite doesn't return. He ate a small bit of breakfast, no lunch, and only a few bites of supper. I don't know if it's a lack of appetite cause by the chemo, fear of mor gastric problems, or his body closing shop for death, and we're all quite worried about him at the moment. I was with him today from 9:30 AM to 8 PM, and he slept most of the day, except for visits from the doctors, the nurses, and a handsome physical therapist named Steve who ran him through a series of in-bed (calm down, DR TCB!) leg exercises and then walked with him down the hopsital corridor.
He wants to go to my brother's house, but if the hospital doesn't release him, he'll have to go to a nursing home. we are not happy at the moment.
DR TCB, I am so sorry about your friend.