Palliative care are funny words. Back when I wore scrubs, it was called comfort and care. The patient in this case is my Dad. I guess Palliative Care means something to someone else who is above my pay grade.
The family is gathering. The grandkidlings have been in to see him. At least some of them. Great grand kids, I’m not sure of yet. I’m going today. Today being Wednesday the 17th.
Had a usiing dream this morning. Was wearing scrubs again, and sat out front using when I was supposed to be doing rounds. Instead of getting residents up, I was wasted. My heart is still thumping.
I’m taking a bit of a leave of absense from Social Media. I just said I’m going to be away from keyboard for awhile. I’m also taking a leave from my service position. I talked it through with my sponsor, and it is time to use my get out of jail free card.
I’ve got other things to focus on right now.
So, I will try to put posts up here to keep up my commitment to you. I just don’t know what’s going to happen yet. I have ‘away from keyboard’ messages set in place just in case I can’t make it some day. I’m sorry. -L
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