Update: My FIL is out of the hospital, and seems to be doing OK, so that's good.
So, there's no doctor in the house, huh?
I guess you could classify me as busy and frustrated right now. Busy doing lots of things I don't even necessarily want to do (like get dragged from bar to bar by my friends). Frustrated about not being able to talk to a doctor about my H. Frustrated that I can't get in touch with my H about this, despite trying after I knew his dad was out of the hospital and in the clear (H texted me). Frustrated that I didn't figure out this stuff long ago. Frustrated that I have no time to really offer support here as much as I would like. I do spend some time reading, but have nothing of substance to offer I feel like. Did I mention frustrated sexually? Oh yeah, that too.
Blech, enough with the whining. I need to manifest some damn patience.
It is in the shelter of each other that people live.--Irish proverb
