You're delivering...what?

So we're just chillin' and the doorbell rings...it's a young man with these things. An oxygen machine and an oxygen tank, in case the power goes out. I sign for them and remind myself to cover them when I put them in the garage so they don't acquire any schmutz.

Today I get a call from another medical supply company, saying that they were going to deliver a "bed tray" but they were out of stock. When I told her we didn't need or want one, she was flustered and had to check with her supervisor. Got back on and noted on our chart, "patient refused."

I'll have a chat with the hospice folks tomorrow. They're being pre-emptive, but it feels like the old Warner Brothers cartoon of a vulture wearing a bib with a knife and fork in each claw.

Peg had enough energy today to help me make the bed. Her appetite is much better as well. Helps to be two days past the tap. Makes me happy to hear her say, "I'm hungry." Had a beautiful walk up the block and back...everything's in bloom.

Zoë's getting ready for Science Olympiad regionals on Saturday. Today she went to early swim practice so she could study this afternoon. "Early" is an understatement...they have to be on deck at 5:40am. If I had that determination and self-discipline when I was her age, I coulda been dangerous.