Sunday night, after finishing the last blog entry, I phoned S and asked her to do a healing meditation for my father-in-law. She said she would, and we talked about the situation for a few minutes. It was late (here), so I didn't stay on long.
The frustrating part came today, as I tried to clear my schedule so I could take two days off to visit my FIL in Marshfield. It's just 170 miles away, but a snowstorm is moving into the northern Wisconsin-Upper Peninsula region Tuesday, dumping a bunch of wet, sloppy snow. My job: to determine the timing of the storm, which areas would get hit and which won't get it so bad.
My determinations: Central Wisconsin (including Marshfield) will get off rather lightly--that area won't get much snow. Up north, we'll get hit pretty good Tuesday afternoon and night and early Wednesday. So, I decided, we will leave Tuesday morning,
I had one interview I had to reschedule, with a school superintendent. Instead of Wednesday morning, we pushed it back to Thursday. The people at the office were told not to expect me around on Tuesday and Wednesday.
I also had to finish work on the WW2 vet's feature I mentioned yesterday--finish up the story and prepare the pictures--one that I took last week and several he had from way back when. I stayed late after work tonight (close to 5:30) to get all that work completed.
During the day, we got an update from a SIL that said they had found blood clots in his lungs. Not good news at all.
Back home, my wife and I talked briefly about our schedule--we'll leave about 9 a.m., before the snow gets too bad. Then, just as we were sitting down to supper, the phone rang.
It was my wife's sister. "You better change your plans," she said when I answered the phone. I gave it to my wife, and she sounded startled:
They're letting him go home!
Apparently there were no blood clots in the lungs after all, and he's feeling better, for whatever reason. He was being driven home as they spoke--about 120 miles. Someone will be staying with him at home for at least the short-term.
So yesterday, I went from worried to alarmed. Today, from alarmed to scared. And then ... I just don't know how I feel now. Relieved, yes. Screwed around, too. And confused? Most definitely.
Under the circumstances, though, I am not going to drive through a snowstorm for a visit, given that the urgency of the situation is considerably less than it appeared to be. Instead, tomorrow, I'll be in the office, watching for the snowflakes to start flying.
Well, it beats visiting hospitals.
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