Yesterday, Dad didn't seem well at all. The congestion had gotten even worse, but more to the point, his brain didn't seem to be there hardly at all. We were more than a little worried. However, before we left, his supper was delivered, and Margaret was happy to feed as much as he wanted of it to him.
Today, he went to dialysis a third day in a row. I'm pretty sure that two of these weren't full sessions; Monday they must have brought him late, so yesterday they took him back to finish it. And no doubt that contributed to strain and nervousness. I had the strong sense that he was more or less asleep with his eyes open.
We didn't visit today because of full dialysis and because Margaret is again having leg problems. But she talked to Dad and to the nurses; apparently he was eating everything put in front of him. He said that he hadn't eaten in three days, which either demonstrates that he's still out of it or that he was so out of it yesterday that he can't remember it. I prefer the latter interpretation.
I recall that in the past, anesthesia knocked Dad for a loop for days. One assumes that getting a drain installed, even replacing an earlier one, might require anesthesia. So hopefully that's it and we're passed it. They also started giving him Mucinex for the congestion so hopefully lessening that is helping, too. We'll look forward to seeing him tomorrow and hope for the best.
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