Lois was in pain last night, but missed it this morning until ... she was ready to go to doctor's. She had made an appointment with her pain management doctor for 9:15 today. He guessed it was back spasms and offered her some sample drugs to see if they worked. Lois was worried that her rehab would be frought with tears of pain doubled from her back.
She rested and had a chance to pack up what she wanted for the rehab. Thankfully, Thomas and Marcus can do laundry service for her.
Thomas is on a cloud ... drifting uncontrollably. He can't concentrate on anything. Marcus has saved bits, and I do mean bits, of sanity with obsessing with a few items. No one will be in good shape tomorrow. Beth is coming up tonight and Diane plans to come to hospital upon ensuring that Jessica is at school.
The pastor called and indicated that he would be around the area in hospital to offer prayer and love, hopefully before the surgery. That just kicks it, doesn't it? There you are in gown, maybe covered in sheet, and church persons come by -- well, either accept the well-wishing or prefer your pride. I'd say skip the pride.
I plan on taking just about anything to get to sleep tonight. If I could hit myself with a mallot, I would.
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