It's always on Saturdays, and our local hospital is ...maybe not exactly shitty, but not far from it. I don't want to take him there, but the shape he's in I had to practically carry him from the chairtrap to the bed, and I couldn't pour him into the car, I doubt even with the neighbor's help. The neighbor has his own heavy load to carry today anyway. A good friend of his died --at that same hospital-- yesterday. The guy went in to have a bit of lung cancer removed and before he even had a chance to go back home got pneumonia and died. I hate going there. Even our family doctor has divorced himself from the place and now if I take Bob there he has to jump through all sorts of hoops just to get them to share their findings with him.
So here we are on a Saturday, again, although he was feeling "a bit puny" yesterday and I should have seen it coming, but again the infection has flared up and all I can do is keep him hydrated and comfortable and double up on the antibiotics he has left... till Monday morning. Or I could try to get him into the car and drive him an hour and a half to a better hospital.
It's been that kind of a day. Was getting dark outside before I realized I haven't even checked the mail today, or combed my hair, or eaten anything beyond a piece of toast.