I don’t trust good news anymore. My father’s state is so up and down; It’s an emotional roller coaster. I had some lingering doubt after all the good news of the morning.
My uncle is coming in to see my father. The original plan had been to serve him a roast that my mother had in the freezer. But over the weekend, an emergency call came in, so my mother and sister left quickly to be with him. My mother had thought she had left the meat to defrost on the counter far enough away from the edge so that the dog couldn’t get it. She was wrong. He ate the whole thing. The whole frozen thing, including the bones.
On an unrelated note, the dog is now going on a diet.
The family went to Costco to get more supplies. While there we called my father and it sounded like things were getting worse. My mother was very shaken by this news. One minute later, an employee with one of those crate-moving pull carts bumped into her. She was hurt, and when the employee turned to try and help her, he did not notice that he caused the metal handle to hit her in the head. Bad timing. She tore him a new one and stomped off. My sister then chewed out some other people for laughing. The employee must have had a bad day because he looked like he was about to cry.
Were a little emotional right now.
My father says he is feeling better. The doctor think that when he had the reaction to the penicillin, his body started producing a lot of acid which has been eating at him. They plan to give him clotting agents to try and stop the bleeding in his intestines and other medicine to heal the ulcers. In the meantime they are going to keep giving him blood.
Donate blood.