Monday evening late

You just never know what each day will bring. Okay, so it's not rocket science or an earth-shattering statement. Sunday evening was another wild adventure with my dad at the hospital with my sister Carolyn taking most of the "hits." We went through another day of anger and him uttering outright mean and hurtful comments for no reason. My morning was spent resting and trying to calm down a very nauseous stomach and angry, hurting pancreas. My results were more satisfactory and calming.

It appears that the rehabilitation unit of the hospital has accepted my father as an inpatient once they have available space this week. Carolyn leaves on Tuesday morning to return to Kansas City and I plan to at least be in the office on a part-time basis. At this point, his life is not in danger, unless of course we spend more time with him and take on or rather get our fill of childish behavior. Dementia is one thing but all behavior choices cannot be attributed to early stages of dementia. He was not too fond of my tough love approach, but verbal abuse will not be tolerated.

’Nough said!! Hopefully, diplomacy will rule.

(Thanks for all of the calls and messages of concern and prayers on our behalf. We couldn't do it without you.)