I am at my tipping point. Nine days at the hospital with my dad, sleeping on a love seat meant for a seven year old, bird bathing in the tiny bathroom sink, lack of fresh air, and managing the highs and lows is getting to me. Days are running together, the smell of hospital is fixed in my nostrils, and food is a total turn off.On a good note, my dad is getting better. He's a tough guy who does not know the meaning of quitting. He still has a long way to go but I continue to see the light at the end of the tunnel.
I'm going home Saturday. While I'm so glad I was able to step away from my life to be here with him, I miss my people. And they miss me.
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