We had another instance of a lovely almost one-hour wait to get Dad into the dialysis area. I again used the "Can we get him a chair time when there's an actual chair available?" strategy, which at least got him in fairly quickly. But even better would be not having to use any strategy.
Meanwhile, my brilliant idea of having him come in Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday instead of Monday, Wednesday and Friday has yet to pay dividends, as they haven't gone dancing on a Friday night yet. But it's already imposed a cost, as Margaret's great-granddaughter is getting married a couple of Saturdays from now and the only way dad can miss dialysis is to go on both the preceding Thursday and Friday. He's not too bummed, but I suspect that Margaret will be. Dang it.
(Not to suggest in any way that he doesn't want to go to the wedding. It's just that with the walker, going anywhere is kind of a pain in the butt.)
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