That dropping pit-of-stomach feeling...

Twice in my life, I've stepped off of an airplane and headed home, only to be given bad news and redirected to a hospital. The first time was in 1998 when James was struck by a car while crossing the street. And again tonight... patgreene was re-admitted earlier tonight due to two abdominal infections (one at each incision) and a fever that spiked up to 104. Currently (I just got back from Stanford Hospital) the fever is broken, she's on IV antibiotics and morphine, and is feeling better (albeit woozy from the pain meds). Things could be much worse... and thank goodness that Pat's mom is here to help out and watch the kids, and a friend from our church brought over dinner tonight.

But I can't believe that Pat's gynecology clinic told her to just take an analgesic for the fever and call back tomorrow. These are the same guys that sent me home last week to do Pat's deep wet-pack dressings with just a bag of supplies. I'm not at all impressed with the quality of their post-operative care... good thing that her primary-care clinic was paying attention, or her condition could have gotten quite dangerous.

Otherwise, work today went well, I talked with the relevant FAA person that is handling future system-wide airspace database architectures. And got together in DC yesterday evening with geekchick for Thai food and sundry, and talked through some issues. But all of that is kind of overshadowed, at the moment. :-(