Charts and scales.

I'm so glad this is all happening while I am here, at home, instead of over 2000 miles away, panicking and feeling guilty for not living closer. ... But at the same time, being closer makes it so much more real. Something I can't ignore. Something I can't turn away from and pretend. And now it seems like the hospital that is supposed to help him come home is doing more harm than good. I didn't think that was possible. I didn't believe in those stupid commercials about suing doctors who did you so wrong. About suing doctors who weren't doing their jobs, who weren't paying attention, who asked you again and again the same basic questions about their patient's health history. I didn't used to believe. But I'm starting to. I'm starting to do a lot of things I never used to do.