My husband was nice and drove me to visit my brother last night. One of the reasons is because I had an auto accident and one of our cars is now in the shop for the next 30 days. This is going to make it a bit difficult to visit my brother, and it is going to have to cause a change in the routine. For instance, I am going to take him out for breakfast Saturday morning instead of Sunday so that my husband can take the car Sunday morning and go play basketball. I am a little freaked out about having an accident (I never had one before), and the car being so damaged, but at least no one got hurt and the car is insured and it's only money, nothing more important.
I was a bit concerned when I saw my brother. He was a little hoarse and when I asked him what he weighed he said he had gained about 5 lbs. I am figuring by next week I am going to have to intervene and ask to have a doctor see him again. I wonder how many times you can safely take lasex before your kidneys fail. Not a pleasant thought. That's basically how my father died. He also had congestive heart failure and eventually his kidneys did him in (along with a non-responsive episode and a stroke. But that's another story.)
I'm having some friends over Saturday night for a belated Hanukkah party. That's because their father died right during Hanukkah and we postponed the whole thing. I am feeling a little guilty about not inviting my brother but not guilty enough to do something about it.
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