Makes ya wonder what else Dads gf isn't reporting accurate. Uncle is heading down tomorrw and will give a full report.
I'm glad your dad sounds better. Is there any way you (or one of you) talk directly with your father's doctor/s and not the gf?
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Makes ya wonder what else Dads gf isn't reporting accurate. Uncle is heading down tomorrw and will give a full report.
I'm glad your dad sounds better. Is there any way you (or one of you) talk directly with your father's doctor/s and not the gf?
Uncle will try and do that tomorrow. I don't know how much doc's are allowed to talk about a patients record over the phone with someone they don't know.
That's true. Wasn't thinking...
zebra
even the drawers.
ok confess why you are really buying that house.
omnis -glad to here your father is doing better
omnis, it's great to hear about your dad improving.
have your mother talk to her. After all, she's the reason why you're not inviting him right?
It's a bit complicated. I don't want to put her under that pressure, as her relationship with my grandmother is strained. (My grandmother is a very difficult person - I get on with her fine, but my mum doesn't). And it's not really because of my mum that I'm not inviting my uncle - I don't like him much either (my family is chock full of 'difficult' people) and I haven't seen him in 15 years. Although that will change soon because my grandmother wants him to meet The Girl. I don't quite understand why.
I might give up and invite him. I need to discuss with The Girl first, though. Setting precedent on inviting people we don't really want there could be a bad idea.
Barb, that's a gorgeous house. Much everything working out ~ma for you and your family.
Perkins, I'll take the red one if it is still available.
Yay, Seattle! TCG and I loved it there.
My head is going to explode. My priest went on about the statistics involved in pancreatic cancer (nice bedside manner there, Father), while about four different people either asked what's "wrong" with me* or said how "good" it was that I was on crutches rather than in a wheelchair. Seriously. I'm sure church is meant to be encouraging in times of stress, rather than the cause of splodey brain.
I will now eat leftover Irish stew for lunch. That will be cheering.
*Answer I wish I could give to this question: "I'm a lazy, whiny bitch who eats too much chocolate. What's wrong with you?" Alas, I am rarely bold enough.
That is a gorgeous house, Barb, in a gorgeous area. I hope everything comes together for you on your move.
Perkins, I'll take the red one if it is still available.
It's yours! I need your address.