Extra Heat
As if the humid temperatures were not enough yesterday . . . there was more on the local level. It seems as if Dennis’ son, Jeff, can’t even get cancer correct.
Jeff’s sister had set up the biopsy appointment for yesterday that Dennis took Jeff to . . . check in at seven a.m. Apparently when Jeff got a courtesy call to remind Jeff, he cancelled it. Did he tell his dad? Had he forgotten? I kind of knew something was up when Dennis was at Jiffy Lube yesterday when they opened at eight and Jeff was calling his dad that he could be picked up at the hospital. One . . . Jiffy Lube is quick. Two . . . biopsy preps and procedures take longer than a hour and a half.
When Jeff was picked up, he got into the little red pickup and immediately went to sleep. What did Dennis know of procedures and how long they take or if Jeff was given a pain med. It wasn’t until Sandy called last night that Jeff had blown off the appointment as there was nothing on the portal. The manly thing would have been for Jeff to tell his dad he screwed up and apologize rather than hiding by sleeping, not say a single word even when Dennis dropped him off at this apartment. Grr!
As of last night, Sandy told me Jeff was on his own. She had had made sure that he could get pain meds for himself from his local provider here in town. Dennis was very quiet until he went to bed. I got a hug and he told me he loved me. Sweet. So be it all.
It is so difficult when smart drunken farts blow off their family for several years and then come back with all their problems and need help.
So . . . I had a good run in the studio today. Dennis came down chewing on a cookie and let me know the last of the railroad-tie cleanup on the blue barn acre has been paid for in total. Sweet. It was decided right then and there to share a 12″ Tuna Subway for supper.
With that I take my leave. ♥