This week began as usual. The country’s dumpster fire continued apace. Papers needed grading. Appointments waited.

Then Dad fell again. It’s his second fall. If you’ve taken care of an aging parent, you know the problems falls bring. So we headed to the ER. Papers didn’t get graded. Appointments got booted down (or off) the calendar. The dumpster fire, unfortunately, took no note.

As I type, Dad is still in the hospital. He’s in good spirits but waiting for insurance to approve the next move to a facility where he can get the therapy he needs. I was surprised we had trouble getting approval because in spite of all the other very real horror stories, Dad’s been lucky in the insurance department. Thank goodness. But he should be in a rehab clinic tonight not bored in a hospital room. The weekend isn’t likely to bring changes, of course. Health issues occur at any hour of any day while insurance offices do not.

So that was my week. And those papers still need grading.

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