Alternate Realities

We are all so happy to have Dad home and have looking so great and healthy compared to how he looked a week ago, that it's hard to reconcile that with the fact that he's already feeling down in the mouth about the fact that he's having trouble doing simple things like walking a few feet, getting up out of the chair, getting in and out of bed. We've encouraged him that it's going to take some time after all he's been through, but he keeps thinking of all he was doing before he had the attack and he's feeling a little down in the mouth about the fact that he won't be able to go straight back to doing that.

He's doing fine otherwise--took a little nap/break from the noise and is back up staring at the grandbabies. He's not allowed to pick up anything heavier than 10 pounds, so he can't lift them, but he can sit with them on his lap, which I think brings him great happiness. Dottie is very active, so she makes him a little more nervous, but Leah is still a snuggler, so they can snuggle up together and relax.

He's also been upgraded to regular insulin from his previous blood sugar pills for his diabetes. The pills he was taking had to be metabolized by his kidneys, which are still not working properly, so he's taking insulin for now to control his blood sugar levels. He's very unhappy about this, but is managing to learn the insulin pen. We're hopeful that he won't have to do it very long.

That's all for today. Still so grateful my dad didn't follow Michael Jackson and Billy Mays and Ed McMahon to the great beyond last week. We need him a whole lot longer. He said he'll stick around another 10 years. Judy and I have agreed, but only if we can re-negotiate at the end of that 10 year period.