Thank you

 for the emails, anonymous gifts, concern, and prayers.  I thought I would update rather than reply by individual emails (with this hand, once and done), or with my new baby stylus (thank you!) for a phone that needs minutes reloaded.  What a time saver that has been.  Using a precise point instead of a fat bent finger has prevented medical updates from being sent to Dominos, hair stylist, tanning salon, and a few others.    

She has improved and recovered somewhat, in transitional care, soon to be sent to a SNF with extreme pain continuing. I was first asked why I wasn't told that she will probably not survive, and now told if she doesn't take the risk she'll die anyway.  Tact would have been appreciated.  Amputation is an option, wait until bad enough for hospice, or take a chance.  Chance.  But when?  It's a long and tedious route these weeks with no answers.  I am making arrangements for CC procedures, but with their load of patients, it doesn't come quickly.  I've been scolded, insulted, and yelled at by providers and my sister, and I wish there was someone to hand it all to, but there isn't.  Her son has difficulty interpreting as if dyslexia has taken over his entire body, and I am exhausted.  Ativan to help calm the strong PVCs that prevent deep sleep combined with 5am calls from her doctor, has me in bed hours earlier than ever before. 

That shortens stitching time and two fingers flailing like whirlygigs on a shaky hand already saddled with bent and triggered others isn't helping.  Some thread colors were slightly changed in the body, but not by much (darker teal and gold) and I was surprised because the chart photo looks very drab.  I do like my changes in flower color but maybe it wasn't necessary.  Too late.  I want to order a few samplers and Nan's pears are a must have.  Maybe this evening.  So much to do, and it seems nothing is ever accomplished. 

 Never before have I had to do so much in patient progress notes and test results and printing and phone calls and schedules and explaining what happened and asking why an infection can't be identified and how many fissures before your tongue is no longer a tongue.  We can't get any answers on the vascular procedures until a phone appointment on 27th, and take it from there.  I doubt if I'll get an answer regarding my tongue.

I can't believe this is the middle of April.  Petey is low income, no taxes to file.

Thanks again for keeping in touch to send your prayers and caring thoughts, greatly appreciated.

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