That was quick

    The Era of Good Feelings didn't last so long. Dad called Margaret at 2:30 in the morning asking her to call me, so she did. He had asked for and never received an enema, and wanted me to see if calling and yelling at somebody would help. I did so, and the supervisor I reached said that the nurse in question said that he had brought the enema but that Dad was asleep and he didn't want to wake him. Which makes no sense. Even groggy, Dad would push the call button before phoning and waking Margaret to phone and wake me. (I'll write down my number for him to cut out a step next time.) So hopefully it all works out, but there may be hell to pay.