Looking better.

 Well they decided not to remove the blood clot.

It seems that around 90% of it has dissolved and my mom is experiencing only moderate symptoms on her left side.

Hopefully as the clot dissolves over time the symptoms will lessen.

She is still about 200 miles away in intensive care. 

So no phone to talk with her. Only nursing station reports. And then oly one other person besides myself is allowed to call.

Have I missed something? 

Covid is over isn't it?

So when are they going to let up on the whole gestapo routine and go back to when people and places where not so mean and aggressive?

It's like everything else.

You give anal retentive people a little power and they think that they Stalin! 

So I scraped up enough cash to fill the gas tank. That should give me two round trips.

Hopefully she will improve more and can be transferred back to Schulyer or Elmira.

20 miles beats the heck out of 200!

Now for the outrage.

I waited all night lone for the hospital to call and give me an update when Corning transferred her.

Nothing.

When my sister gave my brother and I a ride to Rochester, I asked the doctors why they hadn't called.

Well it seems that Corning Hospital did not include my phone number with the rest of my mom's information.

The phone number that I had to put on every piece of paper to transfer my mom.

That phone number.

So why didn't I call them?

Well their patient service, you know the one for intensive care. closes at 7pm.

So no one to call.

So either Rochester or Corning is lying.

I stick by my statement.

This world would be a lovely place if it wasn't for all the humans.

Let's send em to Mars!

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