Probably I'm grasping at straws. Last night he got confused about what day it was. It scared the crap out of me.
So yeah, I've arranged for the boys to walk home with the neighbor kids, and for a local friend to bring Hotter home if he is discharged as planned, but I dunno. They didn't do the MRA as planned because they were unsure of whether the contrast was safe for his kidney and Transplant had gone home...and then there's the fact that he's not doing so hot. I am supposed to work a thirteen-hour day today, but...oof.
Also my ex yelled at me last night when he dropped the boys off after dinner visitation and...just UGH.
It's gotta get better...right?
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