Tuesday

Every day is a little different.  Dad woke up this morning not feeling well, usually he feels best after a rest.  He did get better as the day went on though, and even insisted upon walking (with his walker) back to his room from the living room at 9:30 tonight.  He said there is a little improvement in his eye, and I could tell it also because he noticed more things today - like the made-up bed on the floor of his bedroom.  If I could have only one thing improve for him, it would be his eyesight.

His appetite is growing every day.  It almost scares me, as I do not want him to gain weight!  That's a selfish statement, because at his current weight of 237, he is difficult to help up out of a chair or bed (though he is getting better at helping himself).  He ate 3 big meals, two snacks, and for dessert after dinner, 2 bowls of ice cream!  I know the steriods increase his appetite, but jeez, let's not start gaining weight!

He was concerned about his rib tonight, and wanted Dave to look to see if the bruising is any worse.  The bruise has gotten bigger and is growing downward - following the flow of blood thanks to gravity, I guess.  He made a comment about having a tumor on his rib.  I hope it doesn't make him too anxious tonight.

Charisse was supposed to come today, but when she didn't show I called Hospice.  There had been a misunderstanding about which day she was supposed to come, but hopefully is straightened out.  She should be coming on Tuesdays and Fridays.  Dad was so looking forward to his bath.  Instead, I washed him from the waist up, then soaked and scrubbed his feet and put socks on him.  He felt a lot better.

I can't believe it's after 10 already.  I have one more email to write, then I'm headed to bed.  I'm at Dad's tonight and Dave is home.