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Last week was pretty darned unpleasant, and I’m not even the guy sitting in the hospital with a broken leg. I imagine if I had to deal with physical pain on top of all the mental and emotional turmoil, I’d have been in even worse shape. It’s no fun being in the middle of a bunch of people who won’t talk to each other in a civil manner. So I haven’t been having much fun lately.
It would help if they would communicate with me, at least, so that I can pass on messages and information to people who need to know what’s happening with the people who aren’t talking to them. It was a total communications blackout for a couple of days, and then all of a sudden Thursday morning, everybody wanted to talk to me at the same time. I asked Julie to ask the Boss what I should tell Tim, who was ringing in on the other line.
At one point I got so frustrated that I yelled at both of them and clicked off. That’s the modern equivalent of slamming the receiver in someone’s ear, but it doesn’t have quite the same impact. Thank goodness.
I think I might have been a little short with people who weren’t involved in all this drama. It’s a wonder family and friends will even talk to me, after the way I’ve been for the last few days.
Finally yesterday (yes, Saturday) at about 5:00 pm, I got a chance to have a long conversation with Julie, away from the commotion at the hospital. It’s not the time I would have chosen, but at least I got some things off my mind, and we seem to have a plan for the week coming up. I don’t expect the Boss to get out of the hospital until he has one more operation (he’s had two already). After that, things could get really sticky. | 
