I received one of those dreaded phone calls at work today. Dennis had fallen.
He did not hurt himself this time, however. Somehow he broke a window in his room, but managed to walk away without a scratch. Raquel, though, was worried about him. He skipped his Courage Center visit and went back to bed for the day. She said he even wanted his lunch in bed.
So I came home, and made a call to his doctor. His nurse called me back and assured me that she would talk to the doctor today. It's bad enough that Dennis should have to deal with this disease, but he should not have to deal with depression in addition.
Oh, and the medicine for the radio-active test, did not arrive from Japan, so the test scheduled for this week will need to be rescheduled. We are hoping that the doctors are able to schedule next weeks tests and the cancelled tests for the same period of time. Wouldn't that be nice?
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