Or anyway, no lectures while I was there. Nobody at dialysis had anything to say about Daddy missing Saturday's session, and my worries that we'd have to sit there for hours enduring the silent treatment were completely unfounded. The technician took him back immediately, even saying that she had been waiting for him, which was peculiar inasmuch as we were in fact early. But I am certainly in no way complaining. Totally thrilled more describes how I feel about it.
Dad seems none the worse for his fall yesterday, and if anything only very slightly weaker for having missed dialysis. So it was a lovely wedding and everything turned out well. I've got to learn to avoid worrying until AFTER bad stuff happens.
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