I took the week off from work this week so that I could help my parents get to Houston for more tests for Daddy. But something happened with Daddy late last week. There was too much calcium in his blood, which does really strange things to your nervous system, as it turns out. So Daddy had to go back to the hospital. When I talked to Mom last Friday morning, she was really exhausted, so I went up there to take the night shifts at the hospital until Daddy was better. Bill came home, too, for spring break, so I came home on Tuesday after a nap. Daddy is feeling better, though I don't know when the Houston trip will be now.
One year ago from right now, Darin and the girls were exploring an ancient monastery on the Mediterranean Coast in Spain. I sat in the car with my broken leg and watched boats come in and out of the harbor and tried not to think about how much I needed a rest room. I'm going to celebrate the day by scrapbooking.
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23 March, 2007
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