Don’t know when I’ll be back again.
Heh. Actually, I should be back on Saturday because (drum roll please)…
There’s Good News on the Dad front. He was doing so much better yesterday. The chest tube is out and he is down to only the nose-plug-thingy (wouldn’t you think I would have looked up the actual name with all my googling?) and 2 liters of oxygen/minute. Xrays show no additional water in his lungs. That’s great news considering the doctor removed a 2 liter bottle of fluid he’d been storing in there over the past few days. AND he’s been moved to a regular room. Woo Hoo! Twelve days in ICU is way too many.
My mom thought maybe I’d cancel my plans to come down but no. I wouldn’t miss out on helping her bring my dad home for anything. Plus my ticket is non-refundable.
Not to mention what a waste it would be of the incredible amount of work and planning that has been accomplished in the past day and a half in order to cause the least amount of havoc while I’m gone.
I’ve cleaned everything. More than once unfortunately. I’ve laundered all the clothing. I’ve run all the errands and bought a ton of food. The bills are paid ahead. Plus, I’ve created this huge poster showing where and when everyone needs to be and I’ve bartered my soul babysitting a 3-yr-old in order to cover Violet’s half-day of school on Thursday.
I’m hoping all this prep will make things go smoothly at home. I am also hoping that things go smoothly with my trip. One leg of my flight has already been canceled and had to be re-booked. I better pack underwear in my carry-on. I’ve learned from my sister Lynn that the lack of clean underwear is very traumatic when they lose your luggage.
I’ll post when/if I can.
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