Amy had a horrible night last night. Lots of face pain and threw up multiple times. It makes it tricky to try to guess if I should give her medicines again, or assume that she absorbed the medicine during the time it was in her stomach.
Yesterday I went with my brother to visit the medical school. Amy said that she wants her body donated to science (I've always loved her practicality: She said she didn't want some grave that might be thousands of miles from her kids that they'd feel obligated to visit.) and since the local medical school was nice enough 15 years ago to revalidate our medical licenses (something we were told over and over was about impossible to get done) we felt they should be the recipients. They were very appreciative and said that no one ever does that here. They have to buy unclaimed cadavers from the local morgue.
