I only got a little choked up yesterday, no waterfalls in the evening, as had happened the whole week before. It's the first night in over a week that I didn't cry myself to sleep. Of course, it is the first night that I didn't sleep most of the night straight through. Eh, you win some, you lose some.
My dad had the celiac plexus block and it seemed to go well. I'm curious to see what the evening brought after the anesthetic wore off. I'm sure I'll hear soon enough. The fam drove back to P'dam yesterday after meeting with one of oncologists at FAHC. They squeezed dad in so he wouldn't have to drive back over just for a consult. The doctor's believe my dad would be a good candidate for one of their clinical trials, but it would require weekly trips to FAHC for chemo. Mom and dad are going to noodle it over.
I've realized over the last week I've become a serious space cadet. Forget momnesia, this is a complete lack of focus and ability to concentrate. I feel like my brain is jello. I'm kind of numb and completely unmotivated at work. I'm having to put in more hours just to get stuff done. It's as if I'm working in slow motion. Maybe I am.
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