...is about the same as Friday's. dp felt about the same this morning. The head head doc (let's call him Dr. G) came around this morning but had nothing new to say.
Cinda came to cover my lunch break, and dp went down for another CT scan. We didn't hear anything more about it, which means that things aren't any worse.
dp looked better when I came back -- I asked if the vertigo was better, and she said at least she was getting better at tolerating it. She's not able to read right now, so I've been reading to her. We've finished the first Harry Potter book and have started on the second.
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Getting through the weekend. . .I went to my father-in-law's for the second Thanksgiving in my divorced in law arrangement. Not as good as ours. At one awkward point standing around the food, some wise-acre suggested the children say a prayer and the two who were supposed to say it refused to pray, awkwardly (this is how they do most things).
After a moment or two of confusion, I suggested we pray silently. I prayed for the holiday event to end, but it didn't. We celebrated with the traditional dry turkey and small talk. My father in law's former brother in law (wife divorced him after an affair) brought his 2nd wife, Irene (with whom he, himself, had an affair before divorcing his first wife) who has impossibly red hair, but they left without eating dry Turkey, which was a shame. I wanted to ask how Mary Jo was (the wife I knew at one time) but I hadn't had enough wine.
Then we watched some football I didn't care about while my brother in law got warmed up on a Fox News flavored monologue about how global warming was a liberal media conspiracy and that the head of the Weather Channel doesn't believe it. If Fox said the earth was flat, my brother in law would try to jump off the edge armed with an umbrella for safety.
DP, I know I can't appreciate the extent of your nausea, but I came closer than I really wanted to. Fortunately, I came in my own car and Caitlin and I escaped so that she could go to a mythical movie she had not, in fact, arranged with friends. I only wish that driving off in a Volkwagen could be as elegant a solution for you. But I escaped for both of us.
I went home and read National Geographic (a liberal rag, according to my brother in law) and pondered the imminent flooding of Florida, the Gulf Coast, and Rupert Murdoch's beach home.
Regards to Pearly and all the staff, Harry Potter, Kevin, Truly and all your friends and family connected by this set of links. Monday is coming.
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