Well, we didn't go to the ER last night.
I sat in with my dad until around 2:00 AM, when my youngest came wandering out of bed looking for me and I had to take her back upstairs.
He had some strawberry jello -- with peaches! -- for breakfast, and now he's napping again. I'm sitting on the recliner in his room -- my usual perch -- just like I sat last night . . . waiting to see what's going to happen.
Fuck, I hate this. I wonder if we'll hear from my dad's doctor today . . . ?
I'm not holding my breath.
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