At Least I'm Making Progress
There was a time when a bad day at work would make me buy yarn. There was a time when having to deal with my husband's bitter ex wife would make me buy yarn. There was a time when just being bored would make me buy yarn. My father was hospitalized with a staph infection on August 26. August 28 they transfered him here to Boise, and that's when we found out how very serious it was. Luckily, my mother was able to stay here with us, because it's been a long, scary emotional-roller coaster since then. September 14, the neurologist told us that he wanted to keep Dad in the hospital a few more days, but September 15, Blue Cross (a big insurance giant that cares nothing about people) booted Dad out and into a care center (refusing to pay for the one the doctor wanted). So out he went, and it took almost a week--and a very fierce case worker--to get the care center to put in the trapeze above the bed that he was supposed to have since his back had suffered fr...