Dad (90, in the hospital since May 22) gets oxygen from a tube that passes through a little bottle which usually has water in it. The other day, I noticed that the water was nearly evaporated and last night it was all gone. I hit the Call button and asked for a nurse and when she got there I asked if there was supposed to be water in the little bottle. She said yes and almost filled it. On the side of the bottle in large letters are the words Maximum and Minimum. She filled it far past the maximum. Just when I start thinking the staff is competent, they pull something like this. On the other hand, isn't it delightful when the crises start getting so mundane?
Margaret had to stay over another day, and will likely be staying with her daughter for a while until she's recovered. So it might remain a telephone relationship for a while. On the other hand, (sister) Anne and I finally have made Droid to Droid video conferencing a reality via Tango, so if somebody wants to pop for a $300 phone for her, we could make it video phone calls. It's hard for him to project enough from bed to make himself heard, though.
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