My father is holding steady. I get the impression he is showing his personality and being nasty to the staff at the hospital. He got agitated the other day and somehow managed to pull out his feeding tube (surgically implanted) despite being in restraints and having an abdominal binder covering/protecting it. I feel bad for his therapists and nurses; I've dealt with patients like him before and it is exhausting.

My therapist and pdoc were really impressed that I told him everything I did last week. I'm still a bit anxious about some of what I said but I think it's going to be ok. Based on the tube pulling I imagine he is still somewhat confused. The truth is that I said more than I thought I'd say because I thought he would be in a coma. I prayed for the right words and I said what came to mind and felt right at the time. I need to trust that it was right.

My cat has 2 infected paws again. I'm supposed to keep socks on him. They lasted 35 seconds. A cone of shame is next but I'm not going out in this dangerous cold to get one. I know it's a waste of money; he'll either get it off or be so miserable I'll take it off. I understand the recommendation but he's a cat and his instincts are to not tolerate such things. He's getting a new med that costs a small fortune when it is warm enough for it to be shipped (so Monday).

stay warm!