After all that anxiety, taking Dad to and from dialysis without an ambulance turned out to be easy, almost straightforward. Fortunately Anne and Malcolm, Jr. made it down from Boston (for Dad's birthday Friday) in time for the return trip, so I had a lot of help. The only stumbling block was that, in Dad's words, "they took out too much fluid," so when he stood up his blood pressure was too low. So they gave him a soda and we waited a while longer. Then he was fine.
The plan had been for Rice Home to bring him a tray to his room, but he felt up to eating in the dining room. So he did, with Malcolm and Anne accompanying him. Since his actual birthday is on another dialysis day, we're observing his birthday tonight, sort of like George Washington. Dinner at Outback, cake at Margaret's. I think this ought to be a lot of fun.
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