Wed, Feb 7th

Today was one of a great high, and a disturbing low.

The high was because Dad was finally allowed to leave the four bed ward, where he had been couped up with three other patients that had caught a stomach bug, for the spacious (relatively speaking) three bedroom flat I grew up in. Dawn and I picked George up on our way to the hospital and gave Dad a lift home. He even carried out a plastic bag with all the drugs that he was now on, about a dozen or so. All free, as with the rest of his stay. No hospital bill, no bill for the drugs, no bill from pathology for all the blood tests, and no bill from the doctors that visited him. In fact, he had his HSA form signed so that he could RECEIVE money from his health insurance, and a letter for a district nurse that would visit him at home. Yes, there's no charge for that either.

The disturbing low was a call I returned to the company that had offered me the job as Credit Controller. They retracted the job offer. It seems the person who had quit and worked his notice had started his new job on Monday and had a change of heart. And so did the company that let them go. They gave him his job back. However, all was not lost. They informed me that they had just created an alternative position that they would like me to consider. A meeting to discuss it was arranged for Friday.