as if all this wasn't enough...

Last night my dad told me that my Uncle Walter (his oldest living brother) had a severe stroke on Thursday, is bleeding badly into his brain, and things aren't looking good. They live in Floresville, Texas, so he's in the Floresville hospital, and you know how small town hospitals can be. Yesterday they tried to get him transferred to Methodist Hospital in San Antonio, but they wouldn't accept his transfer. No doctor would accept him. They don't accept patients that won't make it.

Isn't that the point of a hospital? To do their best to ensure a patient does make it? That makes me spitting angry.

So send good vibes Uncle Walter's way. He needs them more than me.