This morning I awakened after getting eight (8) hours of sleep. It felt so very good! I had some bacon and eggs for breakfast and after finishing up the laundry (not folded yet, ha) and getting ready to go to the hospital, I was on my way there.
I found Dub sitting up in bed and having finished his breakfast by gumming it (they hadn't gotten his choppers out of the denture cup in the bathroom), he was ready to visit with me for awhile. I had taken some denture cream and a denture brush to clean his teeth with me this morning, (I had put a couple of denture tablets in his teeth last night to soak overnight, so they were almost clean) and finished cleaning them before letting him put them into his mouth this morning.
You should have seen what his dentures looked like after chewing iron tablets at the nursing home. Somehow, after the surgery he had forgotten how to swallow pills, so now they have to pulverize pills for him to take them. They tried to give him stool softeners in the hospital this time, and he just wallowed them around in his mouth, when they told him not to chew them. So they give him the liquid instead, and it tastes terrible.
The doctor told me today that Dub has an impaction in his bowel, and that he is having a problem with his gall bladder as well. We had to get him to drink a bottle of magnesium citrate which tastes terrible, you know. What a battle to get him to swallow that stuff, but he finally finished it. Allie was there when they brought it in to him and between the two of us (mostly her) we got it down him, with him finishing the last few ounces of it on his own.
The therapist got him to walk out into the hall today (different therapist from yesterday) and the one yesterday got him out into the hall and part way down the hall and back - much farther than the one today. The one today showed him mercy, and the one yesterday, did not. I prefer the one yesterday because it is only by pushing that improvements come.
After the walk today, they put him into a chair to sit up and eat his lunch. He ate most of it, and not long after, they put him to bed and he immediately went to sleep. I left about one thirty and went to the Gondolier for lunch and had a wonderful Spana Kopita (Spinach Pie), along with a salad and a grilled chicken breast. I went back and spent the next several hours watching him sleep, till Mark and Allie came along about the time the nurse brought in the citrate for him to drink. Poor fellow. Then came supper and he had his supper and finished up the citrate on his own. He was rewarded with a cup of coffee. Soon after that he went back to sleep and I left for the night.
Now, I have laundry to fold, and a kitchen table to clear off. I don't know about you all, but in my house, we come in the kitchen door from outside, and whatever mail we have (or anything else) hits the table until it is finally gone through and put either in the trash or somewhere else. Ha ha. Sometimes the table looks like it is about to fly away. That is what it looks like right now. I took the time this morning to dose out my week's worth of pills and now the bag I keep the bottles in needs to be put on the shelf where it belongs.
Laundry first, while I watch some tevee, and then clearing off the table, then getting ready for bed, and then dreamland. Ahhhh yes!
This is Blabbin' Grammy signing off for tonight. More later. Much love to each of you, my friends. I'll think about stuff tomorrow, for after all, tomorrow is another day. Bye for now.