The first S is "same," while the Ds are "different" and "day." Got the call, later than ever. Up until now, if it's past 1 pm and I haven't heard anything from the dialysis clinic, all is go and we're going to have a good, or anyway not a bad, day. However, it was after 1:30 this time. I was just coming in from taking my walk. Margaret called, as the dialysis center had again called her instead of me. Dad had clotting again, so he wasn't able to have dialysis. I needed to come pick him up. We have to go to the nephrologists again at the crack of dawn.
This is now the third time in this very short year. Admittedly, it had happened once before so it isn't entirely unprecedented, but this is starting to get ridiculous. At least now we know the drill. This time, if he's still weak by Sunday, presumably we'll know better than to call an ambulance and hit the emergency room. (The hospital is asking for $4K for that adventure, by the way.) So you know, not a crisis, not a big thing; just another something we would be just as happy to avoid. And obviously a step backwards in his physical therapy program. Ah well.
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