(Not a Fat Albert reference.) I got a call from the social worker at Palmetto Baptist Hospital to the effect that they probably have a bed for him at his nursing home of (well, Margaret's) preference. The only possible problem is that he might lose his slot at his regular dialysis place. I said I was pretty sure that they would be able to fit him in again; anyway, the actual problem is that his kidney doctor's might not let him use the dialysis place near that nursing home (the Lowman Home, or Heritage at The Lowman or some damn thing like that). But in any case, it's a relatively low hurdle. Riding the ambulance farther isn't a big worry for him and we're in the temperate part of the year anyway. So happy happy happy stuff! Yay!
Margaret's daughter has come through her operation fine. As it turns out, she isn't sure she's going to the Lowman Home, though it's the only choice she gave her social worker. Almost certainly she will be. Great for Margaret! She felt poorly each of the last two days and so couldn't visit Dad, but she felt better today, so they're together now. Yay squared!
Dad may be moving to the nursing home as soon as tomorrow, though I haven't heard anything new since morning. I suspect it will be by the end of the week just because dialysis complicates everything. We're in no rush.
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