Margaret was very worried talking to Dad on the phone last night; he seemed to be out of his head. But there's no question that dialysis takes a lot out of him in the best of circumstances, and that being in the hospital is not the best of circumstances. So presumably he was out of sorts because of having had dialysis earlier in the day.
Our visit today wasn't great, but was somewhat reassuring. He's still confused and clumsy, but he was rational and reasonably cheerful. He's still frustrated that he has trouble calling Margaret on the phone, but he practiced with us present and was doing a little better. He seemed to be skipping numbers, understandable with macular degeneration.
Again we were there when his supper arrived, and Margaret again fed him all he wanted to eat. And we did get him to sing to her a little bit. We didn't like that he had to ask repeatedly what day it is, but then we considered that half the time we don't know what day it is either. We just have a lot more places to look it up. So not too alarming.
In another realm, I left the cats together with not too much food, and they didn't destroy the house a bit. I was so proud.
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