Papi is still sick.

We are now on the 4th 'infection' since the hysterectomy.

The worst part of this, is not the 3 emergency visits.

It's also not the fact that my poor Papi can't stray too far from a toilet.

To me, the worst part is twofold.

My love is now on the 4th round of antibiotics, and nobody is taking this seriously, even though I push for answers.

I have the world's greatest family doc, but even she won't look further into this.

Everyone just keeps stuffing antibiotics into mi esposo's already damaged system.

Today we're going in to see the doc, and we've booked a double appointment.  One for me for documenting my bitch of a back, and the other 15 minutes for Papi.

I'll be making the rest of the 25 minutes about my love.

The hospitals in our lower mainland of Vancouver have been dubbed so dirty, that some surgeons will walk out of a surgery, because the risk is too high.

This is not ok.

We are not living in a 3rd world country.

We are the 'privileged', and yet somehow, our hospitals are dirtier than some countries that you'd expect to be worse off.

I'm not going to be able to write too much today.

I just needed to vent.

I just needed to get it out here, before it comes out of my mouth and I say angry things I shouldn't.

hehe ... bite first, learn later ...

Anyway, I'm going to be leaving in half an hour to start my day of mania.

So much to do and so little time.

And all I can think about is my love being so sick.

Please heal Papi.

I need your cuddles.