Work really sucked AGAIN today. Everyone had an emergency and push to go live with this new thing that is woefully unthought through and then I discover it hasn't been working right for 2 weeks and no one noticed because no one thought to put in checks and I'm just LIVID.

And today was supposed to be a short day because I'm inching toward uncompensated overtime territory because the disaster this month has been, but oh well. Going to try hard as hell for a half day tomorrow

I only looked at my email to delete meeting invitations and stuff while I was off work for two days, and I have 73 unread emails, which I guess isn't bad, but I hope there's only the one kerfuffle I'm prepared for.

But y'all, one of my friend is having the best work night ever. She's seated next to Dr. Carla Hayden, the Librarian of Congress at a dinner. As if that's not inherently cool, my friend is a major Dr. Hayden fangirl to begin with.

Yikes, Teppy. Good luck.

So while i was traveling for work, we apparently bombed Afghanistan? Um?

Another reason to be glad to swap a '96 Jeep Cherokee for a 2015 Subaru Impreza--the Impreza is far more aerodynamic than the flat-sided Cherokee, which is important when I'm taking 40-mph winds to the side when driving home from work. On an unrelated note, one of the top five hang gliding and parasailing spots in the world is less than five miles from my office, known for its strong, steady winds. Yay.

The meeting with Tim's dad and his care team went mostly well. The physical therapist gave us the rundown on his physical condition (not frail, but he needs a lot more physical therapy to be able to live independently), the nurse manager gave us the rundown on his medical condition (he still has a catheter, he has cataract surgery scheduled, and his memory issues are pretty significant), and the social worker gave us an overview of what his options are in terms of his living situation.

Basically, everyone except Tim's dad agrees that, at the very least, he can't go home in the short term, until he's recovered from cataract surgery AND the catheter situation is resolved (which probably also means surgery). He would require too much medical care at home, and where he lives is so isolated that it's hard to get care workers to go out there. And the physical therapist was really straightforward about the fact that she doesn't think he should be left alone right now because he's a fall risk. (She said that she can't believe he hasn't fallen yet.)

Tim's dad cried (my fear was that he'd get furious at us for ganging up on him, and then he ended up crying through part of the meeting) because he just wants to go back home. But despite that, the decision was made to move him into a studio apartment in the assisted living facility that's attached to the rehab facility (literally attached -- you can walk over there without ever going outside).

The assisted living includes medical monitoring and delivery of meds, along with 3 hot meals a day in the dining room. His room is close to the dining room, and we went to look in on the dining room to see what it's like (pretty fancy, actually, and the menu looked really good), and it's close to the activity room. The staff checks in with the residents throughout the day and encourages them to go participate in the social activities (there are 4-6 things PER DAY; it's chock full of fun stuff to do).

It's actually a seriously swanky place and I kind of want to live there.

So for the short term, he has to get the catheter situation resolved and get his cataract surgery and get enough PT to get some strength and balance back. Which probably takes us up to July or August. And after that, we'll re-evaluate. I honestly don't think he's going back home. I'm hoping that after a few weeks in the assisted living side, he'll start to enjoy the social activities and being fussed over by all the women there (they were already checking him out when we peeked in the dining room) (apparently the fact that he has a full head of hair and all his own teeth will make him a prime catch).

Steph, it sounded like it went as well as it could. (he still might get mad later but this sounds really good).

I do hope that he starts socializing and that it makes him happier. I know when G'ma went into assisted living she seemed happier to have peole to talk to (even if she coudldn't remember a lot)

That sounds like a really good outcome. Love to all of you.

IJWTS if the only things left for sale on the Perfect for Passover table are marshmallows, candy, and gluten-free matzo-like squares, it's pretty much inevitable that I will have a bowl of marshmallows and chocolate-covered raspberry rings for dinner.

Steph, that ALF sounds much like where Dad was, and it worked pretty well for him. I admit that a lot of the activities are, well, kind of simple. But they are activities, and if he's not trapped in the memory care section with mostly people who can't communicate, he may settle in okay.

Good luck.

Damn, this tribute to Carrie Fisher. Ouch.

Damn, this tribute to Carrie Fisher. Ouch.

Yeah, that's ouchie.