cimorene

speaking of not leaving, we haven't, and we aren't. my mom's estimate of monday, aka today, was based on the idea that the insurance company would do their jobs in a timely fashion merely because they're paying for the time. they didn't, and the vacant icu bed at the rehab hospital has been filled. now we're waiting for one to open. my mom cried on the phone to the insurance rep. i could tell she thought she was being tough. she was saying things like, 'i'm probably being unfair here, but it seemed to me the delay was because the insurance company referred me to a hospital i had already decided against' and 'it would really make me feel good, sob, to know the paperwork was done.' yeah, right. i'd be unrelievedly angry, but i hurt too much right now, in the abdominal area. i almost forgot to mention that a visitor dropped in at lunch for dad, a geologist from the area i'd never met, but i extremely disliked her, so i spent an hour petting the back of daddy's hand (the swelling's gone down and it's all wrinkly) and staring at the bed rail and my shoes.