Still down here. Hospital thing.

As I recall, last night when Dad was considering the

possible options for today’s breakfast he came up

with a smorgasbord of selections. Turns out he

just had oatmeal.
He’s more conversant, and can speak easier and more clearly.
He seems more “tired” than yesterday.
Today he got a bath, clean sheets, and made a trip

the bathroom for a bm. All those events left him

with few reserves of energy.
More friends periodically coming by…
Lunch were “tastes” of milk, cottage cheese, and pie.
Dr. L. the Hospitalist came by for a few minutes. I

took the shortness of his visit as a good sign. He

simply said that since Dad has apparently licked

the infection, he will be converting to oral antibiotics.
Dads “critical path” now is more of a urinary/surgical

recovery issue to me managed by Dr. G., and services

of Dr. L. may no longer be required.
Dad just got “scooted up” on the bed, and the

IV person is now looking for a new “site” so the one

one his neck can be discontinued.
Seems like he “yawns” alot, but apparently this is

not medically significant.
I mentioned to Dad that I would be going to travel

next week for a short trip, and that there is a possibility

that I might end up working there. He said that his

opinion of this location was, “favorable.”
Evening nurses now coming on duty … the familiar

Allison and Janice.