Go on your vacation. Trust the medpros to handle the situation. Give your husband a grateful hug from a Buffista for being a mensch and shouldering some of the load, and spoil each other silly while you're on your trip.

Absolutely! What the wise woman said. Steve had that type of psychic break when he was ill and his lashing out at me was nearly unbearable. The doctors made me leave and his friends took over the visit watches to spare me some of it. Thankfully he didn't remember after it passed. Knowing what it was helped, but not completely.

Separate post to send most sincere happy birthday wishes to dear Karl! I hope you happen by to see that we are thinking of you and hoping that this is a delightful year for you.

Teppy, I’m so sorry. I can’t imagine how hard that must be for you. Sending you and your dad all sorts of good thoughts. I hope they find the cause of all of this and it is something easily treatable.

Yikes! I hope they're able to identify the problem and get a treatment working quickly, Teppy!

Happy Birthday Karl!

That's so rough, Teppy. My Dad has had some hallucinations as part of the dementia he has from Parkinson's and it's disturbing but not nearly as scary as what's going on with your dad. I'm so glad you have a partner like Tim to support you.

Many happy returns of the day, Karl!

On a separate note, a completely overflowing parking lot prevented me from celebrating Cinco de Mayo as I'd intended last night: watching a mechanical bull throw rednecks like rag dolls at a local Mexican restaurant. Nothing says "we appreciate your business" like a spinal injury!

I settled for takeout pastor tacos from a nearby place, guacamole, and catching up on my DVR.

Brains are weird.

My monthly refills of expensive cancer treatment tablets come in a standard sealed bottle inside a heavy-gauge quart-sized ziploc bag. Very heavy gauge -- feels about twice as thick as my regular freezer bags.

They are marked with a 5" x 5" bright yellow square, with big black letters declaring "CAUTION HAZARDOUS DRUG observe safety precautions for handling and administration." I have eighteen of them now.

I roll them up small, and tuck them away in a kitchen drawer. I haven't been able to bring myself to throw them away. I could use them for freezer bags, but I haven't been able to make myself do that yet, either. I don't know why.

I keep thinking that someday I am going to pack a couple of lunch sandwiches in one and take it to work to see what sort of reaction I might get, but I haven't done that yet either, and I only need one or two for that anyway.

I know I should use them or purge them, but...I can't. Yet.

So weird.

You totally should use them but if you aren't ready to yet for whatever reason stashing them in a drawer doesn't sound like a bad interim plan. Perhaps your subconscious or whatever is driving the bus on this has something specific in mind that hasn't arisen yet. Movies have led me to believe that sort of thing happens pretty much all the time, although all the examples I can think of the reason is actually aliens.

Perhaps the perfect use will occur, DCP. I like your suggestions already, though.

Felicitations on the anniversary of your natal day, Karl! And many happy returns.