STRESS

It is a rush for dad and I to get out of the house by 9 in the morning.  I hurry Spenser along on a shorter walk with  limited sniffing.  The positive side was dad got right in at the eye doctors.  She is pleased with his surgery.  Dad did not have a moment of awe like some when they have this operation.  His has been a gradual change.

There was no time to phone the doctor about dad's bladder infection.  He and I both know it is getting worse.  It seems a little thing to go to emergency about but it can cause damage if untreated.  Either we do that or contact the doctor.  I was very firm.  As we go back his family doctor's address I say turn back and I will see if I can talk to anyone.

Dad's doctor was away for a week.  It seems both the patients and the doctors find this new procedure stressful.  The nurse said she would contact the doctor in the walk in office and have him contact dad. He did.  A form was also sent out to get the medicine.

I really stressed my gratitude to this nurse.

He now has started his medication after we took turns waiting for it to be filled.

I was saddened to hear a dear friend has a brain tumor and only has a month or two to.live.  She cannot talk or use a computer.  I wish I had got to know her better. 

I am reminded how important friendship is and it is worth the effort it takes.

For me it felt like a stressful day but now I can just sit and relax and enjoy a T.V. show.

I find evidence of a mouse in my dining room.  They are going to stress me out as they go from place to place.