Sat for two hours in my Mom’s pain management clinic waiting room. They insist that patients have a driver waiting in the waiting room during their ridiculously long appointment. Call me grumpy, but I get so tired of service providers who set up their service (for which they are paid) to convenience themselves instead of the customer/patient. (Think gynecological tables set up to be awkward for patients and comfortable for doctors.)

But I think I’m just a tad grumpy. 

Then attended my Dad’s Resident Care Conference. This occurs every three months and also sometime soon after admitting. Not sure what I think about all of this. At least these people (a nurse and a social worker) seemed vaguely aware of my Dad’s disease (Lewey Body Dementia).

My Mom was too groggy from her pain management appointment (they pump her full of drugs to alleviate bursitis pain) to attend Dad’s Care Conference.

They had given me the wrong time in my letter so I had some time to wait around and chat with Dad. He had disconnected his fancy new tv. I asked him about it and he said (I think) that he had disconnected it because it was broken. I connnected it back up and it worked fine. Dad shrugged.

I am getting more discouraged about this new blog set-up (pointing the old browser url to a new one and finding that it doesn’t always seem to be working). But also since I am discouraged about it (and some other trivial stuff in my life) I’m kind of letting it slide while I try to find a hand hold on my daily life which I seem to have lost recently.

Oh yes: SARAH SARAH SARAH SARAH

My youngest daughter informed me she scans my blogs looking for her name, heh. 

So while I’m at it: EILEEN EILEEN EILEEN

AND

ELIZABETH ELIZABETH ELIZABETH

AND

DAVID DAVID DAVID

AND 

LEIGH LEIGH LEIGH

AND

EMILY EMILY  EMILY

AND 

MARY MARY MARY

That’s everyone in the fam I suspect of reading this. 

I  think.

I hope.