Quick update - I am dog tired today from boxing up all of my work files and carting them out to my van. I also have a lung infection, so I texted W to see if she could bring s13 to my place. W responded that she has a high fever.
Then she texted she can hardly walk. I texted back that I hope she felt better, and that I would be over at 4 to pick up s13.
W actually asked me how my doctor's appointment went today - she never asks about me, but whatever. I texted her that I am on a new set of drugs.
Then she texted that I should not wait too long to get to the hospital this time. This is an odd statement, as the only recent time I have been to the hospital is for last year's spine surgery. But I will accept her concern at face value, nothing more.
Oh, and I was only a little bit happy hearing that W is really ill at the start of the weekend. Though my juvenile happiness of my W's sickness quickly went back to acceptance of the reality of what I am facing.
