Sometimes it's more pleasant being a broken record than other times. Yesterday was a good one. Dad came back from dialysis literally singing "I Feel Good." To say that this is unprecedented would be an understatement. There was no mention at all of dialysis being an ordeal, but necessary. He was cheerful, if tired, all day. (Tired after dialysis is normal. The previous day's tired before dialysis was what crossed us up.)
Granted, he waited two hours to tell the nurses that the dialysis people had told him he needed to be cleaned up, which is either a lapse in attention span or in self-care, but he did tell them. And though he didn't pay really close attention to the national championship game, he woke up enough to side with Malcolm in a minor argument we were having about our starting pitcher's rest days. (I capitulated immediately, of course.) On the whole a good day, and we're feeling much better about the idea of him leaving the hospital.
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