I stayed over at the hospice center, at my mother’s request. But I have to admit, as much as I missed my own bed and sleeping next to Dan, it was nice to just go to sleep when I was feeling sleepy, instead of gathering all my stuff and making the 40 minute trip home. I slept pretty well, considering that my bed consisted of a long built-into-the-wall bench that had thick cushions on top. It wasn’t too bad, though at some point I flipped over onto my stomach, so now my ribs are aching (I don’t know why it bothers me to sleep on my stomach, but it does).
My grandfather is doing the same as he was last night, so it looks like it’s another day of waiting to see what’s going to happen. *sigh*


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