Bad day

I saw Cali yesterday; she was soooo sad.  Tubes everywhere, moaning rythmically and softly.  Today, she needs a transfusion of PBRCs, packed red blood cells.  She is still in critical condition, her survival up in the air.  Bilirubin is 2.4, down from 10.  She will not eat food.  High point of her day was when Emily visited, that really perked her up.  I needed to stay home and work to pay for all the care she is getting.  I would love to be with her.

I am so tired.  I had a cortisone injection in my right hip Wednesday, before I took Cali to Corvallis, for IT Band tendonitis and trochanteric bursitis, brought on by leg presses on a weight machine three months ago.  I am in physical therapy, also.  But, today, I just hurt like an old lady.  Took over ten minutes to limp to my car after work, in the rain.  

So, tonite, I go to an uneasy rest.  Worried, sore, and feeling my age.  The good news is that my middle son and my daughter checked in spontaneously to wish me well, check on Cali, and repeat their offers of financial support for her care.  All  my kids have done so.  Is that cool, or what?

Good night, more later.