January 6, 2019
Between getting to the airport, waiting through security, flight times and the need to change planes somewhere, it still takes the better part of a working day to go from here to there. And this time there was the added fun of worrying whether or not there would be a “blue flu” episode with the TSA agents at LGA, courtesy of the government shutdown. By the time I got to the hospital, it was dinner time. Dad seemed somewhat alert – he’d shaved – but definitely not all there still. Is this because of the drugs or is this something else?