Thursday, December 9, 2010
Dad's swallow is not coming back as quickly as we hoped and Dad had surgery today to insert a PEG. His throat will feel better now.
We are looking at a December 17 release date. Dad is not ready to come home, so we are wandering, like zombies, in and out of skilled nursing facilities hoping to find one that will work. None are good enough. All are full of old people. This is a revelation to me. When did my parents get old? I am not convinced they are and don't have to be.
I feel guilt when I eat.
I feel guilt when I walk.
I feel guild when I laugh.
I feel guilt when I plan something fun, and doing it is even worse.