I am exhausted. Last Thursday made it 19 weeks since dad's surgery that started us on this wild, crazy ride. I HOPE, hope that he will be able to come home soon. All of this running around is killing me.
I go to my dad's house twice a day to feed and play with his 2 cats, I go to the nursing/rehabilitation place twice a day to visit dad. I have had to stay on top of the doctors, nurses, CNA's, almost from the time dad was in the emergency room 19 weeks ago until now. It is amazing how some professionals either don't know how to do their job, don't care how they do their job, or just plain old "it's not my job". errrrrrrr