Sunday, December 5, 2010

I feel like this is the first time I've sat down since I got home from church! I'm so tired and it's Sunday night! The weekend flew by. Dad and I stayed at the house on Friday while Van and Simon each went out with their friends. Dad actually told me he was ready for bed about 9:30, so I got him in bed and then I tried to stay awake and watch 20/20. Yesterday morning I had hopes of sleeping in a bit. Dad got up at 7:30 and I got him to lay back down. He got back up at 7:45 and he said he was ready to get up. I got his juice and medicine and fixed him some Rice Krispies with bananas. Van had to leave at 8:00. I tried to lay back down, but Dad came walking in my room. I got him back to the bar looking at his books, and I laid back down. He came in my room again, so I just got up. I gave Dad his math cards. He took the cards and laid them out on the bar, about 5 across and 5 down. He kept rearranging them and reading them. He worked with those cards for about 2 hours. He had a pretty good day and I think he enjoyed being home, not having to do anything. Last night, Van and I went out with some friends from work. Simon and a few of his friends "Papaw sat". I put Dad in bed when we got home. This morning Dad got up early again. After breakfast, he wanted to sit in his chair. I sat on the couch and he kept saying things that made no sense. Once he said, "You gotta shakeball?" I said, "I don't know what you want." He said, "You brush your sitter with it." Later he said, "Give me some susack." Another time, he was looking at his watch and he said, "Susie, it's 7:10." I said, "No, it's 9:10." He said, "Yea, yea it is." I made a big pot of vegetable soup this afternoon and he really enjoyed watching me chop all the vegetables. He kept saying, "Good, very good." While I was chopping, he didn't take his eyes off me. After supper, I took him to the bathroom for a shower. He knew something was up. When I told him to take off his fleece jacket, he didn't want to. I told him it was dirty and I needed to wash it. Then I told him to take off his pants, and each time he questioned me and each time I told him it was dirty and needed to be washed. He didn't want to get in the shower, but I had him feel the warm water and told him he just needed to rinse off. I got him in and he stayed for about 2o minutes. I sat and read a magazine. He kept peeking out at me. He would smile and raise his eyebrows. I would say, "Are you finished?" He would say, "Not yet." He must have peeked out about 15 times before he finally turned off the water and was ready to get out. I got him to brush his hair and teeth and shave. He's in his chair now and I'll try to get him in bed soon. I need to hit the sack because we have a busy week ahead. I'll be taking Dad for some outpatient surgery on his eye on Wednesday. Please say a prayer for us for that day!!! Susie