Meanwhile, Chip is now on a new antibiotic, and apparently if he has not shown some unspecified degree of improvement when he shows up for tomorrow morning's dose of IV antibiotics the next step is hospitalization.

Extra bonus good thing:
The kids fell asleep soon into our return journey, so Chip and I got lots of time to talk without interruption.

(Giggling and gossiping and silliness, oh my...). :-)

If one more relative tells embarrassing stories from my youth I don't even remember or looks askance at me for actually eating food (rather than I suppose attempting to subsist solely by photosynthesis) I may just lose my mind

So apparently I am far too mannerly to actually say "fuck no" (or even a far more ladylike version of the same) when medical people make suggestions I find deeply problematic. Not that I have any intention of actually doing what was suggested; I just don't see any need to get in lengthy arguments either.

(I *was* in a really good mood until now though... Trying to get back to that cheerful space by sheer will...)

Bumper sticker on the car in front of me a few minutes ago: "Love doesn't claim possession but gives freedom". This. So very this. My entire being is organized around this so very fiercely that it doesn't even have words, just raw emotion.