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Dad's home - yesterday was his birthday, he's 82. He came home Saturday, he's had the nurse and the PT visit twice and the OT is coming tomorrow, we're also starting meals on wheels tomorrow. He is not happy about all these people disrupting his routine. He wanted out of the hospital so bad because he was sure once home he could bully me into waiting on him hand and foot again and never moving. The whole reason he broke the hip (aside from massive stuborn stupidity) was his unbelievably sedentary lifestyle has left him with practically no muscle mass. Now they make him exercise - unfortuately he just won't do it when no one is here and one day of laying around can undo the progress of the three days before it.
He goes to bed about 9 or 10 and doesn't get up until almost noon. At least that was life before all this happened. Now he tells the PT not to come until afternoons because he doesn't want to get up early and wants the meals left on the kitchen counter and me to leave the door unlocked when I go to work so that he doesn't have to get up before lunch - grrrrr.
I know laziness got him here but now that he is so weak he gets tired just standing up, but he will not try. I get yelled at alot. I have to get the FML paper work signed because we have to see his primary, his bone doctor, the urologist, before we can see the cancer doctor and have the biopsy/treatment which was scheduled previously for the day after he broke the hip.
I'm so jealous, I wish I could sleep until noon.
I'm sorry I haven't updated Reconciliation but I am planning to work on it this weekend... (I'm also planning on working on my house, because I am sitting in the dark by the light of the computer due to some faulty wiring I have to tinker with zzzzap) part of me is tempted to keep it up until Liz comes to the HI universe & Junior goes off to college and another part thinks I should wrap up the 80s portion and jump ahead 10 years so that they are grown up (but not all grown up) and at least starting families of their own.