Dad's girlfriend Margaret has always been inclined to show her love by feeding him sweets. This was considerably more endearing when he was controlling his diabetes with diet and occasional medication; less so now that he needs dialysis and frequent insulin. Last night, she brought some candy and shared it with him. Her daughter Linda said, "Mother, tomorrow we're going out to buy some sugar-free candy." (She knows of some tasty kinds due to having a diabetic son-in-law.) I was boundlessly grateful for the support.
As I type, the hospital is trying to square away Dad's departure from the facility for the nursing home. I'm trying to find out where his dialysis slot is, and to explain that if he needs a fistula (which they say he does) it would be better for him to get it first (ie, at the hospital, where there are doctors) than after (at the nursing home, where there aren't). Like. talking. to. a. two-year-old.
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