Bozgratch

Good morning all. It’s in the 60’s outside and inside it’s… well…. confusing.

I dawdled a little getting in here this morning, anticipating that with the surgery I’d be here later in the day than usual. But things change.

Dad was sleeping when I arrived,  so I let him snooze for a bit.  Dr. Flickinger was around and so I had time to speak with him during the quiet time and it was one of those steady-state conversations… not up, not down.

The speech therapist came round to do e-stim and he kind of got roused out of sleep for that.  A little way into the therapy he asked her to stop the treatment.  Then he said he didn’t want ANY treatments. We talked about the surgery and he didn’t want THAT either.  He said he was in pain — on a 1-10 scale a 10, but then a few minutes later he said he was Ok. 

Pain can certainly make one say all sorts of things, so no one is jumping to any conclusions.  

Since then he has been fast asleep.  I mean fast!  Phlebotomists and pills and all sorts of things have come and gone and he’s still sleeping.

On a subjective level it seems as if he’s withdrawing — but how do you tell the difference between withdrawal and exhaustion.  Perhaps this extra sleep he’s been getting these last few days will make a turning point?  Or is his body just losing strength — there really is no way to tell and none of the professionals are doing anything other than just watching to see what happens.   He hasn’t even been awake enough to pray with. 

We’ll see what happens as the day goes on.