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Dad is still in the hospital, but there is hope they'll discharge him on Friday. His medical team, after lots of tests, still don't know where the source of the infection is, which is why he's still there and getting IV antibiotics. If they can't figure out the source, they will install a port in his arm and send him home, then the home care people will come and teach him how to inject antibiotics into the port. 

I am less than enthused* about him being sent home to learn how to do IV(ish) antibiotics, but we all want him out of the hospital sooner rather than later.

Every day he smiles at me and says, "I appreciate you visiting, but you don't have to come every day, you know." Then I stare at him blankly and respond, "If our positions were reversed ...?" He has the grace to look sheepish at this. 

He's doing okay, He's tired, he's groggy, but he's still very much himself. However, I had a sobbing meltdown when I got home, because I can apparently only repress freakouts for about 8 hours. I suppose that's a testament to all the therapy I've done, but it's still inconvenient. Can't I have a month or so of repressing my freakouts, just as a treat?


I told Mal and Jeff to check with me on Saturday to see if I'm still listening to non-stop Fall Out Boy - the Follie au Deux album specifically - because if I go more than 4 days with it on solid repeat, I should probably talk to trusted people/ask for help. As the greeting card says, "You've been posting a lot of song lyrics and we're all worried about you". 

 

 

*That is such an understatment that there is no appropriate font to indicate it.