MLTL is doing as well as can be expected with the weight of the world on his shoulders. His coping skills, such as they are, are better than I had imagined they'd be. The belligerent drunk in the bed next to him was discharged today so it should be quiet for those of us who visit for awhile. Praise be. It didn't bother MLTL at all since he couldn't hear a bit of what that man put everyone else through. They were the roommate match made in heaven for the nurses. I really hope they don't put another drunk next to him tonight.
On Friday, if cleared by cardiology, he'll have surgery, then spend a few days in ICU. No roomies there. I looked into taking a family leave to help take care of him when he comes home. I was saved from my temporary insanity by policy. I guess in-laws don't count as parents and I'm not entitled to a leave to care for him. Who knew? We'll cross that bridge when we get to it and figure out how to juggle yet another ball in our already overwhelming schedules.
I leave you today with two things to contemplate: The first is a quote I read in a medical chart yesterday, written by a professional type person who actually graduated from a university, and a song that says pretty much what I'm feeling.
"The family has three cats and they're all heavy smokers."
Alrighty then...at least I can still find humor when it smacks me up side my head.