Unfortunately, my wish that Dad's procedure would go by the schedule did not come true. He called Margaret in the early afternoon to tell her that they hadn't done anything and he still hadn't had anything to eat or drink. I got up there as fast as I could and raised heck as calmly as possible. The nurses were sympathetic, but said there was nothing that they could do, that there had been many add-ons to the schedule, and they were getting to him as soon as possible.
ASAP turned out to be 4:30 in the afternoon. In the meantime, the physical therapists came. He had a good session. It was nothing more challenging than sitting up and stretching his legs repeatedly, but the head physical therapist was encouraged and encouraging. The happy news is that when they finally took him for the procedure, it went well, quickly and painlessly. True to her word, the nurse had his supper for him when he came back, and he ate it ALL. And he was comparatively cheerful and alert all evening.
Today of course is another dialysis day. As Tuesday's dialysis had a fairly worrying aftermath, we're nervous that the same might happen again today. But not too nervous.
Edited for typo.
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