Well, things are much better. The doctor decided to go with giving him a shot to help thin his blood and break up the blood clots. They're doing that every 12 hours until his blood level is up to 2 - it's not at 1.25. So it's slowly moving up. And they are putting him into a rehab center tomorrow. I'm not sure how long he'll be in there, but it's positive. If they thought he wasn't getting better, then he would still be in the hospital. He still sounds drugged up, but he's getting better. That's what I have to keep telling myself.
This has been a very crazy, upsetting time for me. And you know what hurts - I sent a message out to Debbie, Kim and Bill about all of this. I can understand Debbie not calling - we don't have that type of relationship. But neither Bill nor Kim called me this weekend - or e-mailed - to see how I was doing or how Dad was doing. I would have thought they would have done that at least. I don't understand that at all. Why wouldn't they bother to do that?? But I can't worry about that. I now need to focus on myself and my own life and not worry about their life.
So tomorrow I have to get my butt in gear and get some things done. My list is very lacking in getting things crossed off. I have to finish cleaning up downstairs, go to the post office and mail a bunch of things, go to the library and drop off some books and get a few that are on reserve. And so some laundry. Then I can spend some time scrapbooking and exercising. Monday we're supposed to have dinner with Misty - that'll be nice to get together with the girls.
I never heard from Pat today - that's also frustrating that she's not responding. We were supposed to work on the retreat stuff, but it's kind of hard to do by oneself. Hopefully she'll call me tomorrow and we can set something up.
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