My dad seems to be doing much better. He’s been on the feeding tube for about 2 weeks. I can’t imagine how weird it must feel like to be always full; to not want to orally eat anything because you have that full feeling. It’s weird for him also, because he’s not sure when he has to go to the bathroom or not and often, when he rings the bell the for the nurse, it’s a false alarm. It’s happened so often that they begin to think he’s crying wolf. Then when it becomes really urgent, they don’t come in time and he goes in the bed. That happened twice today.
Jim and I and my mom stayed with him the whole weekend as always, and today he was a lot better. I saw him lift his leg on his own for the first time in months. I don’t know where all this energy came from, but I hope it continues.
