Where do we start today, Erica and I went over for a visit at about 5 o'clock and stayed till almost 7. I saw nurse Dorothy before we got to their room and she told me she just finished cleaning Momu up. (can we say supository). We walked in to Momu moaning with pain and her stomach very extended. She had called the nurse who was there to look at her stomach. Typical Momu when she does not feel well does not want visitors (Erica and I are exempt from this rule) and immediately said she could not see Mark and kids this weekend. Erica told her she will feel better in a day or so and she agreed. She is hoping to have some pizza and beer on Sunday!
Her heart patch was changed and when the nurse touched her stomach she was in pain, the nurse realized that she had a 101.1 fever and gave her some tylenol and went to call the Dr. as she was concerned about the abdominal pain. Momu will get a belly X-ray tonight. They will also collect a specimin from bathroom. After a half an hour of in and out of sleep, she perked up with our visit and said she was fine just was angry that she was sick, what does that mean?
Popa greeted us with his usual questions every day, what day is it, where are we, how long of a drive is it to our house and so on. However today he was really confused, asking lots of questions about his money, asked if he could rent out his house, asked what he was getting from social security, what his mutual funds were doing. The nurse told Erica that Popa has a session with the physchiatrist and that usually makes the residents very confused and riled up. The one thing Popa said he clearly remembers was that we spent $ 1000 dollars on a dumb dog. He said he will never forget that. He was concerned he could not find his wallet, we assured him that Peter has it and was bringing it back.
Today he ate lunch in the dining room and clearly remembered having veal parm because he said it was great. He said he now weighs in at 138.5, so he is gaining weight.
Until Momu's tummy issue is figured out she is on clear liquids only and once she had some broth she got some color back and was still in and out of sleep and groaning.
Poppa once again started to slip out of the walker seat which he should not be using as a chair, I picked him up before he fell and he said "I cant believe its me, SHIT I am as weak as a fish" He had swedish meatballs for dinner and then some jello. Popa said several times that he could not believe what was happening - meaning aging.
We left with Popa telling us how grateful he was for our being there and how lucky they are to have us around. We told them they did a good job with their family and that we were lucky to have them. We are set to see them tomorrow.
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