[For background please see the previous few entries.]
They let Dad go home for the weekend. I kind of figured that was coming when they took him off the IV and relaxed his dietary restrictions.
Being able to sleep in his own bed for three nights is definitely a good thing, unlike having to wait so long for surgery - if it's Thursday as scheduled, that's two full weeks from the time he was told he needed it for sure. The socialized health care system we have in Canada is falling apart, especially in Quebec. But that's another rant.
I didn't visit today, since he has more than enough attention and help at home, and I wanted to spend a little more time with the kids. I plan to go tomorrow if there isn't too much snow. They're forecasting a few inches, which isn't unusual here even for mid-March. Dad's apartment is about 40 minutes of city driving from my home.
In related news.. we've had two household casualties this week. The coffeemaker, which was not old (maybe a year?) won't heat up anymore, and I think the hard drive on my old computer finally crashed. (Older Son, as I woke up yesterday morning: "Mom, the computer won't let me do anything and it has a message on it, something about Drive C..") How is this related? My mother used to say, if an animal was injured or killed, or an inanimate object broken, it was a substitution for the demise of a loved one. There's a Yiddish word for it which I vaguely remember as "kippoora". Believe it or not, my mother wasn't an immigrant from a European town but was born in Canada. The old ways carry over a generation or more sometimes.
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