Dear Diary Wednesday...

I got to meet the first of my Dad's "new" doctors...this one is a internal medicine/geriatric specialist and I HATE him. However, my Dad seems to like him and that is what matters. We spent two hours at the doctor after work yesterday....and I felt it was time well wasted. The doctor was at the end of his shift and was so exhausted (he also walks dogs every night for the Humane society, which is a star in his favor, and also has worked the ER this week) that he almost fell asleep during his "interview" of my Dad....TWICE. He wrote a freakin' novel about my Dad's history...medical and personal. And all he pretty much did was get a urine sample and listen to his heart. He is waiting for medical records from PVH and the U of U and to see what my Dad's next two doctors have to say before we proceed. Proceed with what you ask? I HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA! Yep, hated him.

After the doctor, we then had to fly to the bank, and got there just moments before they closed. And then I took the folks home and got them fed and settled in for the night. My poor Mom is so exhausted that she is past the point of being able to sleep....so I am hoping last night she caught a few winks. It has been a non-stop parade of visitors and phone calls and I know that my Mom has been just saturated to the point where she is becoming more than a little irritated. One day, just ONE day without a house full of company and she would be okay. I am going to get her out a couple of times this week to do some shopping, and then I think she will be alright.

So again, another night where I get to spend about 15 minutes with Dylan before he leaves for work and I go to bed. I am hoping tonight that he and I can spend a bit more time together...we need to go grocery shopping!