The 5 day weekend comes to a close... my dad had a trach and PEG procedure this afternoon. I was with my mom during the operation. I almost didn't since I had the kids until J got home, but she got home before I got back from having D checked by a doctor (She had gunk and drops for it Saturday but developed a fever last night).
D was fine beyond the virus, so a relief it was... in spite of the horrid road conditions.
if my dad dies, I think I'm emotionally resolved. When his father died 20 years ago, I saw him struggle to take his last breaths. I didn't want him gone, but he had nothing left. My dad has been in ICU 2 weeks after only 2 months out of his previous hospitalization that lasted half a year.
I don't know how my mom is doing. She's not emotionally transparent.
It is not late, but I feel tired. I want to stay up and the kids have a delay in the morning, but I'm tired.
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