With all the stuff on my plate I'm rather surprised by the calm. No panic. No tears. The strength comes from a place unknown.
Mom left the hospital to return to the adult family home yesterday. I have no idea how her night went; almost too afraid to inquire. I'll see her tonight.
How is my Dad holding up? Again, an unknown.
Why would this be the week I am the on call hospital doctor with 15 patients? Last night I was at work until 9 PM with two very sick patients taxing my brain. Today, I start all over again.
My daughter is miserable: "I hate my job, I hate my life." Great words to hear when there is so little I can do but listen and listening time is a rare commodity right now.
Denny is out of town on business; back today but leaves again tomorrow.
Too many questions. No answers.
Moving forward. My eyes are dry which tells me something. I'm on auto pilot.