Year 6, May 21st-23rd, 2021: Another Busy Weekend

 Oh lots to do, lots to do, and then, I waste the entire day. But I redeemed it! I could have worked on this blog this morning. I could have taken a shower. I could have done one last lesson for school with Abishai. But, I didn't do any of those things. I played on my phone, tried to get through email, took care of Abishai, prodded Justin to mow the lawn, put the patio umbrella up front, moved the slip and slide back to the garage for easy access, weeded the garden a bit, and tried to figure out what dinner was. Or rather, what Justin, Abishai and Jared were going to eat. Keturah is going to be at church for a movie and pizza night to watch A Weekend Away with all the middle school girls. I'm going to Mom's Night out. So, when Justin didn't get finished with mowing until after 2pm, and we were about to leave, the guy came to fix the a/c. Yes, our a/c wasn't working and it's been over 80 degrees and I've been super cranky! It's all this extra weight, for sure, which is another reason to fix it, but man, having to sit in front of a fan old school style and then having to leave that spot to actually do something brought back lots of memories with this kind of weather in NH with no a/c. So, we didn't go to park day. And the boys are not upset by it. They both don't really enjoy the heat. And Justin is exhausted. Well, his voice isn't because he's screaming at his video games. And Abishai has been very active today, especially with me wondering back and forth, so he needed some rest. Keturah is out doing cleaning with Renae but will be back just in time for me to drop her off at church before heading way north for Mom's Night Out.

So, it's been a day already. I need a shower, that will help. I'm sure Mom's Night Out will be fine. I'll enjoy listening to the audiobook version of Michael W. Smith's new book, read by him, on the long 40 minute drive at the very least. And now I've gotten caught up on the blog, so my day has been redeemed. Jared came home early and I think he's laying down because his back hurts and he went straight to the office from his men's morning group. He's probably still mad at me because I snapped back when he was upset about the toilet clog last night. It's been a pain to be down to one bathroom. I use the little bathroom the most, too. Grrr....Oh and we should replace the whole A/C unit soon which the guy said would cost over $4,000. Ouch! Can't do that yet. So, bubblegum and a prayer for now, thanks to Mr. Bud Calbert, who did the same for our a/c unit in Beech Grove. Limp it along for just a bit longer please and thanks. Thanks for the heads up though.

Abishai wanted fresh, not frozen, blueberries yesterday, so I bought him a package of blueberries to share with his siblings, and then saw this tri pack of berries, just for him. He loved them! I did save the little container because it would be perfect for a snack time or something.

I brought the umbrella to the front porch because we didn't use it at all in the back last year. There's enough of an eave and the deck faces the north away from the sun, that it's not very useful. There's a similar problem here, but at least it shades one chair. Maybe we can sit out front in the morning in the summertime now. I plan to put a mosquito plant in that bucket there, too. And I need to go through with the weed wacker and tools to clean up this grass patch. We need to do something different with it. I'm all for putting tons of mulch on it, but we'll see.

Do you think it looks ok?

The rose bush is coming along nicely.

Justin neglected this patch of weeds and so we have our own patch of cornflowers or whatever these flowers are called.

I think these are pretty so I didn't pull them.

This is why I need to move a lot of this white irises. There's this little patch of these flowers here and another tiny patch in a different part of the garden. I could a) move these and put them with the others and b) reduce the motherload of white irises and leave these here. I think I'll probably move them both.

When I pulled this "weed" this is what I found! I was thinking this was a maple tree because we had a lot of maple tree "helicopters" fall in the flower garden, but then this bulbous thing came up with it. Oh cool! Science time!

It's an acorn!!!!!! What?! From where?! Maybe an acorn fell out of our pockets from one of our nature hikes. It was close to the side walk. I don't remember that we purposefully planted it. But I love it when we can see the plant's roots and stem connected to the original seed. Learning never ends!

Abishai also got to observe a big black ant today. He was a bit lonely so Abishai talked to it. We left it alone to do it's thing.

Being fat in the beginning of the heat of the summer and not having a/c sucks a bunch.

Here comes summer!

I opened up the e2 newsletter email and then this article and found that Jared's title has changed slightly. He's now the director of projects. Interesting title because we do like to have our projects in our house! I'll have to tease him about it.

It was at the bottom of this article. And Praise the Lord. Gary and the other two founders can now partly retire. No more back to back trips! Although no one is getting any younger, just knowing they are going to spread out the workload makes my heart super, duper happy! I know most of those names, too.

I was just about to leave when Benaiah stopped by with a late birthday present for Jared.

Off brand Lego car kits! One for Jared and one for Benaiah. Yeah! Thanks, Benaiah!

I've gotten through half of Michael W. Smith's audio book this week thanks to two trips that were 40 minutes away, the book sale on Thursday and Mom's Night Out in Fortville, IN, on Friday night. It's a quick read. But it's not what I expected. I thought it was going to be more biographical of his dad's life. Instead, there's some stories about his dad, with some Biblical content thrown in, and many more stories of Michael's life stories, mostly from 2000 to current. I've heard bits and pieces of some of the stories, but a lot of the stories and details are pretty new to me. It's just not what I had expected. Don't say it's about your Dad and 50% or more is about you. I mean, yes, you are talking about Abba, Father God, but I expect the ratios to be quite different when you are saying in interviews, "I wrote a book about my Dad." No you didn't. You wrote how your life intersects with your Dad's in your later career and how God worked through moments in your life. I think at least some of it is stretching the Dad thing a bit based on what the promotions were saying. So, it's ok. Would I recommend it. Probably not. It's great for a Michael W. Smith fan, or someone who needs to figure out Abba Father God, but overall, it's some basic theology stuff that he often says on social media and concerts. Sorry, Michael, but I'm just not that impressed. I might have been more impressed as a teen with the other basic books he wrote, but I've read a lot of great material since then. He didn't even include any photos of his Dad except for the cover. I was hoping for some photo pages in the middle of the book. For the $20 I paid for it retail, I'm disappointed. Plus, they said when I preordered it, I would get access to the audiobook. Well, every time I want to go back to the audiobook, I have to plug in my email address and it streams from this website. It's not downloaded to my phone. I don't own the audio file like if I had bought it. AND, this link is only available for 3 months. That's not nice. Whenever I've seen these deals before, I can usually download the audio file for keeps or there's no end date to it as long as I'm subscribed to the streaming platform. Not a good way to do this, guys. One star for that part, 3 stars for the book itself. I will listen to the rest of it and then they wanted us to put a review on Amazon about it. Yup, sorry, I'm going to be pretty harsh. Not everyone is cut out to be an author, myself included.

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There was some major construction down the main street section of Fortville (one of those Indiana towns with a couple of intersections that make up their downtowns), so I had to park at a bank and walk to the restaurant for Mom's Night Out. Well, this building caught my eye because it has an arched doorway and it says "livery" above it. And I was remembering that there was a place in Madison like that, as well as the fictional Truro of "Poldark."  You have to put your horse up somewhere, right?

That's a sweet little mural, just like the ones you find in just about every major town in Indiana, but I'll take it. It's kitty corner to the livery.

I think my wallet is still groaning and probably more so than my bloated stomach. I paid $40 for this. Yup. Was it worth it, perhaps. Getting together with my friends is always worth it. I'm glad we don't choose the most expensive places every time. I didn't notice if they charged me by the glass for the pop, which was a much smaller size than other restaurants. But, I was pretty full afterwards, so I was happy. They served wild blueberry jam with the meat and cheeses. It was a little awkward eating it and I wasn't sure how to do it, but I made some little "sandwhiches" and put either the mozzarella and herb in it or the jam. They didn't have much for a gluten free pasta menu and I was trying to avoid carbs anyway, except for the sugar carbs in my cherry coke of course. We did have a ton of fun bantering with the waiter though. He was cool. Super friendly upbeat African American, but oh so professional, too. So what I didn't get in the meal, he made up for it by making the atmosphere very jovial.

Saturday was a little of this and a little of that. I was feeling pretty energetic and with it in the morning, maybe because we woke up super late. I'm not sure how late everyone went to bed because I was home a little before 11pm last night. I stayed up of course waiting for the caffeine to take it's course and also having my downtime. I've had a ton of social events this week! From the baptism on Tuesday, Bible study on Wednesday, book sale on Thursday, Mom's Night Out on Friday night, and then today I had Alyssa Foster's Bridal Shower to attend. I was fine going into the event today. I was smiling, chipper, ready to try to mingle with my old friends because these events are kind of like a reunion of sorts. Our kids were in Bible Bowl and choir and Sunday School together, and most of us homeschooled. Then I moved away. Then the friendships became odd when I returned. But, it's gotten better over the last couple of years, too. And bridal showers can be fun, too. 

But first, I needed to do a bit of picking up and finish off correcting Keturah's math tests and Justin's English papers. Keturah is now done, but I want Justin to write one more paper because he didn't quite understand the difference between what the curriculum calls a critique and a response to literature. They both use what they call the "story sequence outline" and they both have a "I liked/disliked about this" kind of conclusion, but the critique focuses on the medium in which the story went through, from a bird's eye point of view, like the length of the book, amount of action, character development, and for movies, the scenery and use of CGI or real props, etc. The response to literature has them zooming in and picking apart a theme or focusing only on one character, maybe character and plot development but from within the story itself. It also only has one paragraph for the story sequence versus the critique which uses the middle three paragraphs of the 5 paragraph essay to go through the plot of the story. So, he has to do one more and then next year, I'll have him continue to practice them, especially the response to literature one, because I know that Jared used that a ton in his classes. So, boo, more work for me, but I have a couple of days in the middle of the week to work on his rough draft and then it's a holiday weekend, so we can finish it then.

Then it was time for the bridal shower. Alyssa is an outgoing, fun, everybody loves her kind of person. I've known her since she was 4 and she's done a ton of selfless service, mission trips, loves horses, loves people, etc. She's the middle child of the 5 Foster children. I feel like we were just at her older sister's Bridal shower like 2 years ago! And the brother that is between them, Noah, is getting married next Saturday! Unfortunately, both Noah's and Alyssa's weddings are in other states, so we won't go. I'm glad they had a bridal shower in Indiana though. I enjoyed hugging on some old friends I haven't seen in a few years and waving to the ones that I see every week at church. They had fruits and olives and nuts and meats, cheeses, and crackers, along with an ice cream bar and tea and water. Elegant and simple. We were done in like 90 minutes. And I was fine until I wasn't fine. It didn't happen until I was on my way out of the building. Just some things struck me as odd and then my usual, "I'll never look like those 20 year olds ever again." Boo hoo feelings came springing up. I was able to squash them because guess what, most of us moms in the room were overweight. But yes, I was dreaming of the future when I will be the mother of the groom and mother of the bride and doing these things, whether it is 2 years, 5 years, 10 years, and certainly more years away. I still dream a lot about these moments and take mental notes as my friends celebrate them first. It's going to be non stop for awhile as kids graduate high school, graduate college, get married, and have their first babies. For us Christians, that tends to happen sort of fast. And that's ok. Some don't do it that way, and that's ok, too. But a momma can dream, right? And prepare, right? And change her expectations so she's not a bear to live with during those times. Let's hope.

After that little crying spell over all that, I came home and just lay on the couch the rest of the afternoon. I mean, I went through my email I hadn't looked at all day, and played my phone games, and listened to a couple of medical videos. I'm never idle. That's for sure. I needed that alone time while kids were having screen time and Jared was of course napping. I'm not sure what else they got up to, but they did build a brick firepit so Justin would know where to mow and trim better. More could of been done around the yard, but I just need to give up that dream that it will look perfect every single time. He won't do it for me like he does it for Grandpa, just like Keturah won't clean the sink like she does it for Renea. Frustrating, but manageable, I guess. Maybe. I'm trying.

Dinner was hodge podge again because I'm not sure what everyone ate last night, but it didn't look they ate much. So, I made them eat the leftovers tonight. Jared's only being eating salads at home and not much at work either, because he wants to lose that weight again. I keep telling him he looks fine, and his weight has stabilized. He wasn't meant to be thinner like this brother. At least his gut doesn't look pregnant like mine does, and he's skinnier than he was so his shirts are now too big for him and not stretched out like mine is making me feel restricted and even fatter. Sigh. And then I made sure everyone bathed while I thoroughly cleaned up the kitchen. I helped Keturah order a new boombox for her room and headphones. She's going to pay for half of the boombox and she's going to pay for the headphones. And now I'm trying to catch up on some paperwork and emails and blogging so I can maybe, just maybe sit with Jared and talk about his phone appointment with the spine surgeon. We'll see. I can only do so much in 24 hrs, dude. 

And then we have church tomorrow. I'm not going to be in the mood to talk to others because my social cup is way overflowing. And tomorrow, only kids and volunteers in kids (all the way through high school) have to wear masks because kids under 12 yrs old can't get the vaccine yet. Well, what if they never get the vaccine. Are you still going to make those kids wear the vaccine? Or the adult volunteers who don't get vaccinated? We'll see. I'll wait. Jared has the kids convinced to keep their masks on and to fill out those Covid-19 forms that say they aren't sick before they can serve. Those do no good because you can lie. You can develop symptoms later on Sunday. You could be sick with something else. I told them to not fill them out and I'm going to stop reminding them. Unfortunately, Keturah has to do hers on my phone if we use the reminder text. I'm going to try to switch her over to doing it on her phone. She just has to subscribe to get those reminders and the MSM ones. Easy to do. Ok, all done with that.

And Jared just gave me ONE data point: he will have the back surgery on June 14th, at 1:30, at one of the Community Hospitals, outpatient surgery center. They except him to go home the same day. Good, finally, I told you so. Why did we have to delay this 5 months? Oh yeah, so we could go through the one size fits all protocols first. You identified the problem. You need to move the bone off the nerve so it stops aggravating it. No amount of steroids is going to keep that from happening. Get in there and get it done. And then we can go back and focus on the causes for all my issues after we solve his one issue. 5 months of pain, sleep deprivation, bottles of pain relievers, sleeping with a heating pad, lack of ability to do anything physical, and grumpiness. 5 months of symptoms I've had to deal with when in my understanding, I know surgery was inevitable. I'm not stupid. I know more than you think. And I think outside the box of doctor's protocols that are only there to protect their butts from being sued. Move on it with already. Fix it. I've got to get the causes of my problems figured out. I keep trying, and trying, and trying. But I get more and more problems to keep track of. And it sucks. And it makes me cry. And then I just want to vegetate and do nothing, aggravating the cycle. But, that's how it goes. I'm the cursed one. Everybody around me is relatively healthy. I'm the unhealthy one when I said I would never be the unhealthy one. It sucks so much, so so much. Lost dreams and all that. Lost adventures and lost memories. All because I'm cursed with a long list of health problems. It sucks.

Grogu wanted to help Daddy and Abishai build the mini ships. He also knocked down the bad guy's ship.

The Saturday after the last day of school. It's nearly 10am. Even the dog is still sleeping.

Wake up!

Wake up!

Justin's summer projects? Keep working on Russian? Clean the nasty white bricks that are stained because of my mother's smoking? Make a hobbit hole in wintertime?

Abishai can't keep his hands off of these guys, but we do have a good amount of troopers now.

Yeah, we finished our school year!

Actually, I just bought these for a treat. But, it works on this crazy busy week and weekend.

She's so thrilled. She also needs to go back and master some of the concepts. I just don't know how I want her to do that.

I am NOT going to let her stay in her bed under the covers all summer long. Nope, nope, nope. She says she wants to binge watch TV shows on the weekends for 3 hrs and then only do 1 hr during the week days. Overall, she would get less screen time. We'll see.

Double blooms now.

Woah, there's a lot more flowers and growth on this one. The bumble bees really love these!

See, there's those little flowers that somehow have drifted and planted themselves in various spots. You have to look carefully, but the little round parts are the blooms of the traveling plants vs. all the leaves of the one major plant in this area.

Alyssa loves kids and babysat a lot of them. She wanted her flower girl to help her open presents. That's how selfless she is. I was like, nope, it's my turn to shine. Actually, my flower girls weren't there at my bridal showers. And that's a big clock!

I zoomed out so you could see the awesome balloon display! Very elegant and pretty!

Awww, I love this! And I know her mom and her mom's friends, who are my friends, too, did all the work. They help each other help with their kids' various parties all the time.

More of the wandering plant.

Extra bricks?

Our new fire pit? I know we once had bricks back here, but then I stole them back to fix the front flower garden. So, Jared bought new ones, today.

Now Justin knows to mow right up the brick and around the one tree that is randomly planted near it. I think it's way too close, but whatever.

Sunday started out great! And then, it was all downhill. Let me explain.

Since I'm writing this on Monday evening, I don't remember what time we got up. Keturah and Justin went with Grandma. We went at normal time for Jared to volunteer in the nursery. We don't have to wear masks at church anymore EXCEPT in ALL the kids' areas and they still have to wear the masks, too. All the volunteers as well. Regardless of vaccine status. "For a few more weeks." Blech. I told Abishai after I picked him up from Sunday School that he could take his mask off and he refused. He's been brainwashed by the fear mongering and Daddy's insistence. He said, "I'm not going to get the virus?" No, silly, you'll be fine. Good grief. But anyway.

The sermon was about patience and boy was I going to need it just minutes after church ended. Jared evidently picked up a toddler the right way and wrenched his already sore back. He didn't text anyone until he had gotten himself home and taken 23 minutes to crawl from the front door to our bed. He was right back to his pain level in January. I said on Facebook that we have had no net gain. A friend said, yes, we've gained something, we've gotten through the injections (which were not necessary in my opinion) and chiropractor, massage, and acupuncture treatments. I said NET gain. Yes, he was better for awhile. But our bank account is emptier and he's got the same flare up and same level of 10 out of 10 pain. No progress here. We just had to jump through those hoops the insurance puts us through to make sure we REALLY need the expensive surgery. Good grief! Anyway! 

So Grandma brought us back to her house and we had lunch. It was chicken and rice, Jared's favorite! Bummer! Jared stayed home of course. After we got back home, Jared and I hemmed and hawed over what to do next. First, the PCP sent some muscle relaxant to the pharmacy so I went and picked that up. I had to wait for it be filled. Then, by around 4:30pm it was obvious that he was getting worse and he was scared he was becoming paralyzed. I think some of his fears were attributing to his pain. He doesn't believe me though. Now that the crisis is past, he's managing with still the same exact problem but with a bit of better pain medication and some rest. When you are scared, you will feel like you have more pain. Back to 4:30pm. We decided to have Grandma pick up the kids and take her to her house and then on to youth group and pick them back up again. She took my car with the carseat. Then Jared was able to text Jim and he and Matt Koers came to the house to help Jared get into Jim's car on all fours. That's the only position that Jared could do. Jim took Jared and I to the Community South ER. 

Then I continued on with furiously texting groups of people and then sending updates to those groups of people. The ER seemed empty but it still took forever to get anything done. They didn't explain much and shuffled us through. I spent so much time on my phone that I drained my battery and my neck began to hurt. I didn't know what else to do! Finally Jared got some valium to calm him down and other pain meds. Then they called in the narcotic to the only 24/7 pharmacy in town, which is right across from the other hospital, St. Francis, near us. The pharmacies don't stay open because they've been robbed at night multiple times. GRRRR. When we lived in Beech Grove, because we were right next to the hospital, both the Walgreens and the CVS were 24/7 pharmacies, including the pharmacy itself, not just the store. So, that was weird to think that they sent a prescription to a closed pharmacy! How are we supposed to get it? The next day? After another horrendous night? You have to be kidding me. There were no pillows in the room. No offers of a cup of water. Really no explanation of anything. And then they sent us home. Jim and Adrienne came and picked us up. Jared was able to sit in a seat this time and converse. It's so funny sometimes because when he's on the muscle relaxant medication, he loosens his tongue and he becomes a chatterbox. So, after a tense week last week, he and I were able to catch up while we waited and waited. Hilarious! So, we chatted with Jim and Adrienne all the way home. Of course we stopped to pick up the prescription, too.

Grandma had decided to keep the kids overnight, so she stopped back at the house after she picked them up from youth group and let the dog out. Once she got them all settled at her place, she had to go pick up Grandpa from the airport. So all 4 of my kids got to sleep in the same house for an impromptu sleepover! I asked Abishai if they had prayed for Daddy before he went to sleep and they had. And were you sad for Daddy? He said no! I guess he had fun with Grandma! Later on I heard he beat Grandma 3 times in Uno to her 2 times of winning and he beat her in tic tac toe! Smart cookie that one is! And I learned he had more than enough screen time before I got him back on Monday afternoon. But, it all worked out for the overnight.

I got the patient settled back into bed, and he knocked out for a solid 5 hrs. I did my normal thing, and then slept on the couch in the fireside room as is my normal when Mr. Floppy can't sleep. We had some tender moments, too. It's just a hard thing to not know what to do or how to comfort. We aren't good at the comforting part. We don't reach out for hugs and pats and kisses. I don't know why. So, like in the ER, I stayed in the chair and kept my stuff and people updated, and he moved around on the gurney in pain. At one point he did want me near but then the nurse came in. So, when we got home, I made sure he had a big jug of water nearby and his meds and phone and phone charger within reach. I got him an icepack and tucked his blankets around him and that was that. I didn't hear him at all until 7:30am when he shouted in pain trying to get up to use the bathroom.

So, that was 6 hrs of my day, but most of the day for Jared. At least he had had a chance to shave in the morning so he won't feel scruffy all week. I bet it's going to take all week for him to be able to move again. His surgery is in 3 weeks. I don't know if they will move it up now or not. Edit: On Monday, the doctor said to get another MRI to see if Jared had "blew out" his disc. Great. If he did, that means the surgery and recovery will be longer and they will have to do two things, one from the front to replace a disc and one from the back to get rid of the bone spur that is causing the sciatica. I hope it's just the bone spur. He's going to be in rough shape for most of the summer and our big anniversary is coming up. Super frustrating that it's taken 5 months just to get to a surgery date and 3 weeks prior to it, he does this to himself. Ridiculous. It's because you have to go through certain things before insurance will approve it. It's not about patient care. It's all about greed and red tape. Another edit: Jared is doing better after sleeping all day on Monday. He still hasn't drunken much but he did eat a little bit. He got to play Legos with Abishai and sit in his chair to watch a TV show. So, we'll see.

We have a nice open week starting on Tuesday and I'd like to get ourselves organized for the rest of summer. However, Jared will probably need help to get to an MRI and all that. Not what I had planned. I've got stuff to catch up on from last week. So I'm going to spend the first bit of tomorrow organizing my thoughts because now, after cleaning up email and filling out online forms, it's 10:30 pm and I'm losing my train of thought. I'll do Monday's stories on Tuesday I guess. Here's to quick decisions, pharamcists, friends and family in the 'Hood doing life together. In fact, they got together to pray for the neighborhood on Monday night. I didn't feel like I got an official invitation so I didn't go plus I was done with being with people by then. It's time to go dig a hole and hide from the world for a little while so we can get caught up at home. Here's hoping!

Some friends took my spot at the dining room table. Hey!

Now it's THREE blooms!

'Miah was in a goofy mood today. He played a bit with Abishai just like he used to in his bed at our house. But look at how big Abishai is now! Big bro and littlest bro. Since Jared and Grandpa weren't at Sunday dinner today, Benaiah thought it was a grand plan to goof off, slurp in front of Grandma and ruffle her weathers. What a goof! He updated us on his interview from Wednesday and his thoughts about school. I'm getting a bit tired of remembering one thing and then Benaiah wants to go down a different path. So he wanted to work time and go to school part time. I'm fine with that. The less debt the better. We'll see how this one plays out.

Well, Keturah's leader took several photos of all the girls at the youth group water wars. At first, I was looking for Keturah in the crowd of wet people, although she had said she didn't want to get wet. And then I scrolled to this one and laughed aloud! I mean seriously, 3 of the 4 amigos! Or musketers! Keturah, Bella and Sarah. You can tell Bella and Sarah are tall girls with those long legs! Lol! They must not have wnated to get wet either. Cuties! They were missing Emily. These three though, these are the silent types. They don't say boo to anyone and just observe social interactions and events. I can understand that. I'm right with them. I'm just here to watch everyone else and not say a word. Lol. At least they were all outside with water guns, blow up water courses, balloon launch, etc.

If I was a photographer and knew how to use Lightroom, I would title this one, "Severe agony." Jared had been given the valium at this point so he was getting very sleepy. He laid his hand on his arm and tried to nod off with very little success. But, it's gut wrenching, isn't it? Not knowing if they will give him enough pain mediation and when surgery will be. How are we going to manage it at home? Well, thankfully the meds reached their peak and he was much improved. Now we just have to wait for discharge papers and leave. I'm not very impressed with this ER. Front desk employees were friendly but everyone in the medical community were not. Poor, Jared. I said to some that 2021 is what 2020 was to the rest of you It all started with the gallbladder attack during vacation. Then pain from driving home. And on it goes. Make it stop! But alas, it never ends. We are too young for all this mess. It's a good thing I can understand medical notes. We'll see what tomorrow will bring.

The End