Third update: Glimmer

I want to start by apologizing.  I know I'd said I would try to get an Anchor Foal chapter up in October, but...  bluntly:  right now, it wouldn't have been anything worth pledging for.  I'm not in a good mental place for comedy.  I'll try to pick it back up in November -- but today, a dark mood called for a dark story.  Or I might not have been able to write at all.

As far as medical updates go:  I'm going to try and get a blog up for everyone tomorrow.  The main thing I can say here is 'no change' and all things considered, it's one of the worst things I could say.  'No change' means no shift in her mental acuity.  The antibiotics normally begin to bring her back up to baseline within a day.  It's been a few of those since she was admitted, she's not being discharged today, probably not tomorrow, she's been refusing some of her medications when I'm not there to override (and they're ground up and mixed into applesauce, so no one knows what she did get) and...  there's been no change.  I just postponed her pulmonary appointment to Tuesday as a just-in-case.  If I have to move the Thursday and Friday ones next week, then she's either in rehab or we're probably in crisis.

I spent two hours at the hospital, and I told her it had to be two hours because I had to go home and try to create.  They were two very repetitive hours, and mostly involved frequent requests to adjust her hospital gown.  Over and over.  I'll stay longer tomorrow and I'm not really expecting the subject to change.  And right now, I'm waiting for the phone to ring, because I asked that I be called if she refused her meds again.  I just can't go there to override, because I can't get in once visiting hours end.  At all.  But maybe if they can show her a tablet-to-nurse's-smartphone picture...

Today, I went home and tried to focus enough to create something worth reading.  But it had to be dark, and -- I'm hoping I produced the level of quality which y'all expect from me.  If not, I'm sure everyone will let me know.

Tomorrow, I'll stay until a doctor talks to me or someone says 'There's no doctors here on weekends.'  

Or I give up.

I plan on at least three and a half hours before giving up.  

8100 words.

This @$#%ing month.