I've imposed a new rule on myself - if I don't get to my blog before 10 PM, I'm not going to write. That was the case last night, so here it is Thursday AM and I'm writing about yesterday.
The biggest event is that Jon is here again. He had a successful trip meeting clients in Mexico on Monday and Tuesday, flew to Houston on Tuesday, then to Savannah on Wed. Dad of course was so glad to have Jon staying with him again.
Dad had a rather difficult day yesterday. He says his chest hurts, and even consented to try out the oxygen. He had the machine on for about 5 minutes before he decided it's not doing any good. It's a start, though. Charisse came to do his bath and shave, and for the first time, Dad objected. He resents not being able to do things for himself. It is a big blow to your pride to not be able to wash yourself. He eventually agreed to the bathing and felt better afterwards, but he did not enjoy it as much as he has previously. My thinking is that since Dad is eating better and feeling stronger, he is more resentful of feeling helpless. When he was weaker he was happier for the help. It's a fine line trying to be protective and helpful without making Dad feel "babied." We're all working through this.
We had a late dinner last night, after Dave brought Jon back from the airport. Dessert was a cherry pie and ice cream. We wondered if Dad would find a pit - normally, if there is even one pit in a pie, it will end up in Dad's slice. Fortunately, no pit or broken teeth last night.
Dad extended his sleeping hours between nature calls last night, which is such an improvement. He made it to 3 and even 4 hours once. I hope it keeps up.
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