I spent the day with dad today at the hospital and gave mom a well-deserved day off. Her bronchitis is much better today and she took a nap, paid some bills, took herself to lunch and did some shopping.
Dad and I had a good day, too. The doctors are working very hard to get his diarrhea under control and we saw a nutritionist, a physical therapist and a couple of doctors. All were very encouraging and said his lab work was "negative" which is good.
One of the doctors kept repeating to me that "negative" is good, "negative" is good, "negative" is good. I got the feeling he must have trouble getting that concept across to lots of people.
I got dad's permission to share a funny story with you. He said it was okay to share after I told him everybody would be glad to know his sense of humor is coming back. He had a poop accident today and looked at me and said in a very sarcastic voice, "Clean up on Aisle 13."
Good ole dad. Welcome back.