The dat from hell

 Not a good start to a post but it is the way I feel. I took Jim to hospital emergency this morning at 9am. He just couldn’t breathe.  We left just after 2 pm☹️. He got a prescription for water pills since it seems he has water on his lungs. The long wait became a joke to everyone waiting. It seems that if you go outside or go home for a bit of food you loose your place and have to start over. We finally got to see the doctor she told us how she was torn in 7000 directions, and then had to take a call. She came back, asking questions that were already in his file, and had to take another call. She came back but went to see another patient!! Finally she came back and prescribed water pills. As we left I called out to the other patients waiting and said “ we won!”  They all laughed cause we had been talking for so many hours. So my day saw nothing accomplished. Lucky got a walk and that was it. But it is amazing how sore and tired you get sitting on hard hospital chairs for 5 hours. So now it is 8pm and I am lying in bed. Jim is on his recliner and may not come to bed at all if he falls asleep. The “golden years” strike again. Love you♥️