I had a bit of breakfast from what I had in my room. Mom and Dad and I went to the super-Walmart and got food. We had lunch when we got back to the motel.
We went to the pool in the afternoon. Mom did her laps, and Dad and I paddled around a little.
I went back to my room to shower, then Mom called me to get me to come to her and Dad's room. A blister on one of Dad's toes had broken, and wouldn't stop bleeding. I had antibiotic cream and a small bandaid, but Dad's toe was bleeding much more than the small bandaid would hold. I called the manager on duty and told her we needed medical help. "Elderly diabetic on blood thinners, foot injury that won't stop bleeding." Dad was rather indignant that I'd said "elderly." A security guy came with a medical kit and much bigger bandaids. He patched Dad up. I said that Dad should call Dr. B. tomorrow morning and tell him about it.
I went back up to my room. I thought we'd be doing room service for dinner, but Mom called me down after a while and said Dad was better enough to take us to Wendy's. We went to Wendy's and an ice cream place, then back to the motel. Dad checked his foot. The wound wasn't bleeding, but I told him he had to keep checking it.
I went back to my room and lay down for a while. Although I hadn't been up that long, it felt like it had been a long day.