Branden has made it to Iowa and he says his dad is doing better than he had expected. The feeling on his right side comes and goes and his vision in his right eye is bad but he can move and he recognizes his family. He no longer thinks it's 1945 but he is confused about what day of the week is it... I told Branden that I wouldn't worry too much about that one since I get confused about weekdays without having had a stroke. They won't know a whole lot more until tomorrow when the doctor comes to check him again. For now they can only wait.
I am lonely. I don't really look forward to getting in bed all alone or coming home to an empty house tomorrow. We don't even know for sure when he'll be coming home.... And that makes me even more sad. I know it's selfish, I should be thinking about Branden and his dad but I'm here alone and he's there with his family and... I guess I am selfish. I haven't said to Branden that I want him to come back home or anything like that. I haven't told him how it worries me for him to be far away after he thoughtlessly announced to our horrid downstairs neighbor that he was going out of town for a few days and I'm going to be here alone. (Gee, thanks, Hun! Are you TRYING to get me raped or robbed?) I'm just hoping that things continue to improve and he will be home soon.
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