Dad went down to breakfast this morning. The care managers weren't happy. He's supposed to be on bed rest. When Far Away Sister called him, he was back in bed and struggling to breathe. He wanted to get up. She told him to get up. She told him that now that he had chosen hospice, he would have the freedom to go down to meals if he wanted to. She assured him he wouldn't have the restrictions anymore. I called and asked what he wanted for lunch. He's been longing for some Kentucky Fried Chicken, but because he's supposed to be on a low sodium diet, he hasn't had any. He will have some for lunch. He will be happy.
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Far Away Sister thinks Sister will have an excuse for not appearing at the hospice meeting. She claims she fine with this, but her voice and actions say otherwise. I'm going to let them know that she's struggling. Hopefully they will be able to give her some help and support. Her ex-husband (she still lives with him because the can't sell their house) brought her a latte from Starbucks this morning. I hope he will continue to be as kind and supportive.
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Daughter and I went to a small restaurant across from the motel. We had a great breakfast. We're going to check out in a few minutes and do a bit of shopping on our way to see Dad. Then we'll hang with him until the hospice people arrive. I hope they can get the orders from the doctor today (he is their medical director) and lift the restrictions so Dad can enjoy whatever time he has left. I don't think it will be long, but I've been wrong many times before, especially with regard to Dad.
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Sounds like dad is in a perfect place in his head. He knows the difference between quality and quantity and you've helped him get there.
As for Wendy's -- do you cook there or only eat?
Just eat-- if I cooked they wouldn't have been out of baked potatoes....
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