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Like yesterday, but different...
Oct. 1st, 2005 10:13 pmI put another chunk of the translation under my belt this morning, putting me in fairly good position to finish the job tomorrow, though I will probably leave the final review for Monday morning. I would have done more, except my dad announced that we were going to visit mom in the hospital a little on the early side.
My mom is no better; in fact, I'd say she was worse. Her temperature was measured while we were there, and it's a little on the high side. That might explain her inability to stay conscious for more than a minute or two at a time, attempting to say something I can't understand. Her digestive tract is also not behaving, to the point where the docs cut off the tube feeding in preparation for a CT scan of the abdomen and pelvis in the afternoon.
Once we got home, there was barely enough time for me to change and walk to the beach and back, pausing long enough for a short swim at nearly complete low tide. Then there was dinner, and now I'm up in the den watching Invasion, which is about the only variation I've experienced in my day-to-day schedule over the past couple of weeks.
The routine, which suits my dad apparently, is really getting to me: up at 8:30 am, to the hospital around 11:30 am, some shopping on the way home, getting back around 3 pm, and then starting dinner at 5 pm so as to end up in front of the tube by 7 pm, and in bed by 10 pm. Throw in limited access to dial-up Internet and no time, really, to drive anywhere (assuming somewhere to drive to), and I feel like I'm in my own private version of Ground Hog Day.
Crazy, daddy-o!
Cheers...
My mom is no better; in fact, I'd say she was worse. Her temperature was measured while we were there, and it's a little on the high side. That might explain her inability to stay conscious for more than a minute or two at a time, attempting to say something I can't understand. Her digestive tract is also not behaving, to the point where the docs cut off the tube feeding in preparation for a CT scan of the abdomen and pelvis in the afternoon.
Once we got home, there was barely enough time for me to change and walk to the beach and back, pausing long enough for a short swim at nearly complete low tide. Then there was dinner, and now I'm up in the den watching Invasion, which is about the only variation I've experienced in my day-to-day schedule over the past couple of weeks.
The routine, which suits my dad apparently, is really getting to me: up at 8:30 am, to the hospital around 11:30 am, some shopping on the way home, getting back around 3 pm, and then starting dinner at 5 pm so as to end up in front of the tube by 7 pm, and in bed by 10 pm. Throw in limited access to dial-up Internet and no time, really, to drive anywhere (assuming somewhere to drive to), and I feel like I'm in my own private version of Ground Hog Day.
Crazy, daddy-o!
Cheers...
