The drugs they're giving my dad (they have him inhale it, by putting him in a tent, blowing the drug at him) is very harsh on him. He started off with 99% oxygen intake (very good!) and then this morning they've put him on an oxygen tank because in a day it dropped down to 88%. He's also coughing up blood, and that is distressing to him, even though they say it's normal. He feels like he's getting worse, which in a way I suppose he is, but it's the treatment doing it, not the cold, and it's hard to get him to understand that, or believe that. I'm spending as much time as possible with him, but the tent procedure requires that no-one's in the room with him, so the day is split up.
So my mother went down to Olympia to go see her doctor (her cold has gotten much worse) but before she could do that, she went home and discovered the house had been burlged. Strangely. Long story, no more then $1100 worth of stuff was stolen, and nothing very personal, however it's creepy to have someone go through your house.
I'm exhausted. The day never got much better just stranger as it went along.
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