My father is still hanging between "OK" and "don't think that call in the night isn't coming". He's got a bad infection and a pressure sore that isn't healing. He keeps pulling tubes (this time his urinary catheter which means he pulled a full balloon out of his urethra) and so he has to be restrained which means no nursing home will take him. He's improved with breathing and is off all breathing support but that's his only real progress. He converses but is still confused. They are not sure how much is confusion and how much is contrariness with the tube pulling.

So today my brother had a call from his landlord who is apparently a very sweet man who tracked my brother down to tell him that he wanted us to know if we want to try to salvage anything we should try to come soon. I think it's a waste of 14 hours in the car but I'm going anyway unless my therapist talks me out of it. This involves wearing protective gear due to grossness. I'm hoping to just be able to get some of his clothes out, wash them and get them to the hospital or the nursing home if the hospital doesn't want them.

This has just been surreal.