Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow

Doc has come and gone.  IF Jim’s INR goes UP, he can go home tomorrow.  There is not much more to say. I asked if we could manage it at home and just bring him for tests daily but without the lovenox shots he gets here, and without an INR of over two, there is a risk. So here we are. 

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more; it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.

W. Shakespeare

2 Responses to “Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow”

  1. vicky says:

    that shakespeare was not half bad.
    oh well. tomorrow you can bring jim the gift you will find in your mailbox today!!!!

  2. Amy says:

    Found box on porch. Will bring UNOPENED to my man tomorrow.

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