Bitter Pill

A small one but hard to swallow. After a week's anticipation and right at the hour of his scheduled home visit, Dad learned that a postponement was necessary because the antibiotic injection needed for his temporary release from the IV pump (with its cumbersome pole) had not been ordered. So his home assessment visit will be tomorrow. Also, he won't be released on Tuesday as we were told because the Someone in charge didn't bother to make arrangements with the infusion center to have his IV changed over to a pack so he can actually come home. This even though all of us have been questioning about this very issue all week with multiple vague assurances. His final day in the hospital will now be Wednesday. Deeply frustrating. He's been hanging in there despite the torturous boredom. I guess the patient's mental health takes a back seat. He is so ready and we all just can't wait until he is out of there but I guess we'll just have to. Grrrr. On a positive note, I did get some paintings underway in studio today. Color and texture. Satisfying.

Painting by me-Fall Star