The doctor's changed his mind. He's decided to increase the level of antibiotics they're giving her. I don't know whether he has hope that she'll pull through or if he just did it to placate my aunt Sandra. Now I feel like a vulture because I want her misery ended, one way or the other. To me it seems pointless to prop her up with medication if there's no chance that it will improve her quality of life...
Got a late start today, so apparently Karma says I have to make up for it by being incredibly busy. I've been in the office for three hours, and I've spent at least one hour answering e-mail, one hour acting as counselor, and one hour on the phone. It's 2:00 and I'm finally getting my first cup of coffee for the day - what does that tell you. So far I've learned that most doctors are quacks - they all just guess at the problem, and sometimes they get lucky and guess right. I've learned that if you subscribe to Ifit.com, eventually you'll catch an ear-worm - I've listened to essentially the same music over and over for so many months now that I often catch myself humming it. I've learned that my sister is a nutcase and sends me way too much funny stuff. At least it's Friday.
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