So I bailed out today for a while and went to the house for some shut-eye. Thankfully my sister Kim came in from Texas earlier this week to join the JGM Amateur Nursing Battalion - comprised of us well-meaning progeny who mostly just sit a spell and hope to be useful.
But gosh he is SO much better this evening! He spent several hours sitting up in the chair today; even ate a little broth with (what else) a few swigs of diet Coke. At his request, I brought him his iPad so he could play his music via Rhapsody; he regaled me with a few of his Delbert McClinton favorites and even tapped his foot along a tad.
Blood pressure is good, oxygen levels good, and despite his horror at having to get Heparin shots in his abdomen every 8 hours, he seems less and less in danger of clots in his legs. We checked out his incision before he went back to bed. It is perfect, as far as that sort of thing goes.
It's now 10:45 and he is dozing in and out while we watch the gator hunting show "Swamp People" on The History Channel. He actually chortles every time they make a kill; that's the hunting fool in his soul starting to perk back up. Wildlife beware!
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