Mixed day

(Warning: WAY too much information)
    Dad's dialysis wasn't until the afternoon, which allowed him to have breakfast (though he said he had to fight for it) and lunch. He also had physical therapy again and was able to stand (a plus) but lost the rectal tube (a minus). And then of course the transportation guys showed up for dialysis and wouldn't wait for him to have another tube inserted, or even for him to be cleaned up. So he had to be fouled for the next four hours (since that's how long dialysis takes).
    Upon his return, he had to be cleaned and have the new tube inserted. Try to arrange your life such that you're never present for such an operation. Unfortunately, it took two tries and two nurses. But then he was able to eat supper. His spirits were quite good, especially under the circumstances. By the time I left, he was resting comfortably. On the whole, a good day. While we were very sorry about his profound discomfort, we were very happy that dialysis had no clammy aftermath like Tuesday. And while the physical therapy had unfortunate consequences, it was good to see him standing. So a mixed day, but positive on the whole.