Dad was very restless all night, kept calling out and punching at something in his dreams, then later, a couple of stealthy predawn strolls in the room. Thank goodness for grippy socks! oh and thank goodness for recliners to catch a few winks this afternoon - both of us.
Tomorrow is Monday, good menu day, he agreed with all of the choices. Big favorites like red beans & rice for lunch and spaghetti & meat sauce for supper. Even the cantaloupe choice was well received as he said, "they can't mess up cantaloupe." I think he is getting his appetite back, Praise God!
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Karen, how great his appetite is returning and feels good enough to fiddle with his IV! You're wise to take things as they come and not "pre-stress" yourself. No doubt this blog can be very cathartic for you at a time when there are so many thoughts and emotions swirling. This is tough stuff - being a nurse probably makes it worse in some ways.
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thanks, Lisa, you know this very well. I had thought of writing things down to help with processing this stuff. I have found that it helps, esp when in the hospital and I go out to the family waiting room or the corridor with the sofas and I can drink my coke zero, cry, write, then feel more calm.
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