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Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Ugh, Sox. I feel bad -- ours is back but my parents' isn't, and they're ground floor and freezing. I told them to come over, but we don't actually have enough beds for everyone, so they're huddling under the covers.
Your poor dad, Consuela. I hope he likes smoothies.
Oh Sox, I'm sorry. Glad the neighborhood is rallying.
Oh man, Sox! Good luck.
Your poor dad, Consuela! Are there food services at all where he lives?
Are there food services at all where he lives?
Yeah, I talked to the health director, and she said all she needs is a doctor's order to make it happen. I suspect he'll have better-balanced meals there than at my house. But he's not a big guy, and he's 86. It's going to be rough.
Yeah, that's brutal. The last time (before the last last time) my grandmother was in the hospital, she was on the ground diet, and at least what I saw didn't look so bad. But I don't know if it would work for wired shut. I bet the drinkable diet is more extreme.
Oh, man. Between my mother's recovery, my mother-in-law's impending surgery, and the fact that the fucking fan motor for the heater has died in our Washington house, today has been a busy day. I got home from the hospital at 5 and I feel like I've been on the phone ever since.
My mother-in-law got very good results from her MRI -- no cancer detected anywhere else. She's having her mastectomy in two weeks, so I guess we get to do this roller coaster again.
Wow Dana. That is a lot to juggle at once. How is your moms recovery going? Good news for your mother in law. I hope the house repair is easy.
She's better today. But she's not a stoic patient, so there's lots of complaining about the itching and the nausea. And of course she's entitled to complain, but it's hard not being able to do anything about it.
In an email to our realtor and the repair guy, I managed to get two out of four phone numbers wrong. Those two numbers were my cell phone and my husband's work phone. Husband called me and was like "I think you need more sleep."
Finding time to take care of yourself through this may be tough but important. I hope Mr. Sandman brings you good sleep and good dreams (freaking autocorrect had that as drama, which you do not need) tonight.