His kidneys are getting better but he still can't tell me at what percentage they are working. His stupid wife was there and she tried answering for him, but I didn't even look at her when she spoke.

He's also got emphezema. I got cussed out because I still smoke. Some things never change. LOL He called me a dumb as$. I'm still chuckling over it.

He's sure not the man I married!! I found absolutely NOTHING familiar about him. Let me take that back; there was the name calling (once) and the coloring of his face was the same as when I knew I was gonna get hit. His brow line was red and above that, it was very pale. SOB has ONE grey hair!! He's 70 for pity's sake! LOL

I found him a set of pj pants and a robe... the size of "Omar's tent." He looked in the bag but didn't take it out to look. Oh, well. Poor guy can't even get up and stand... and he's got all sorts of tubes running from him. At least none in his mouth, but they've got him on oxygen.

He's brought a lot of this on himself throughout the years, but he's still pitiful. Thank goodness I didn't feel like taking him in my arms, cuddling him and telling him everything was going to be alright... like I did 45 yrs ago! GAWD, he's still ignorant, wants to stay that way and so damnably bullheaded!!!!

I may go back and see him when I know his wife is working so I can have him to myself and twist his arm back behind his back, get right in his face and tell him "Looky here, BUSTER!! This is the way it's gonna be!!!!" LOL Yeahright! I have to have my go at him, though.

What a trip!