
The weather here is great. It got up to almost 70 degrees! Supposed to be in the 70's all week! I am so thrilled! Weather so effects my moods.

I have been needing gas and kept putting it off. Well I should have never waited. Today I paid $2.15 a gallon. I don't think I have ever paid over $2.00 before. I really don't remember seeing it hit $2.00 before.

Hospice came in to see my Aunt E this past week. They are such wonderful people. I am so glad the doctor hooked us up with them. They thought my aunt could use a wheel chair (though I don't know if she would use it) so they brought her one in. Yesterday they brought her another bed! It's more like a hospital bed, you can adjust it and it has side rails. My aunt LOVES it! I like the thought of them checking in on my aunt once a week (to start, the worse she gets the more they go). They check her out head to toe to make sure everything is ok. And I like the social contact it gives my aunt.
This past week I was so sick. (sick as a dog? why do they call it that?) It was the worse cold (or whatever it was) I think I have ever had. I didn't feel like doing anything. I spent very little time on the computer. Just didn't feel like sitting up. Yesterday was the first day that I started to feel better, today I think I am back to normal. Whatever "normal" is.








So I hurry and get dressed. Got to the hospital and they took dad right back to major. They gave him oxygen and some meds. One doctor came in and asked a ton of questions. Then he disappeared. Hours go by. But dad is starting to breathe better. Another doctor comes in and asks tons of questions. Not really sure what is wrong but narrows it down to 2 or 3 things. He is ready to admit dad to the hospital. But wait, he needs to get in touch with dad's regular doctor to see what he wants to do. Huh? I am so confused at this.
I leave the ER to go grab something to eat. When I get back dad is not where I left him. So I track him down. They are going to admit him but don't have a bed just yet for him. So he is in a separate part of the ER for people waiting to get a bed. And since he had been at the hospital so long they brought him something to eat. He was feeling better and told me to go ahead and go home and he would call with the room number as soon as they moved him upstairs.