November 4, 2022
I had to rush to the Philippines to take care of my Dad. He was looking for me. He wanted to die and didn’t want to eat anymore. And most importantly, he said he was losing his memory. None of my other siblings were available so I had to go.
He was delirious when I showed up in the hospital. He didn’t even recognize me. The hospital staff helped pull him through his high fever but after that, they hardly did anything else but insert dextrose needles —- needles he pulled out anyway. The staff wanted to keep him there for a week to “observe” him. I pointed out that what he was doing here (in the expensive room) we could do the same at home. They sheepishly agreed. I got the meds and we’re home now.
He’s still disoriented but he seems more relaxed. This happens for a few days every time he returns from the hospital. we shall wait and see. I hope his memory returns.
I don’t have my usual access to my email program so I can’t prepare my TGIF jokes for you. Sorry. Hopefully, I will have sorted things out by next week.