Me: I confess to taking yesterday off. Won’t be working the CIF Finals at Petco so have 8 days off…..6 now. Paid off dentist with CC. At least I have front teeth again at a terribly high interest rate.
Tomorrow Ronnie Bennett will be posting a short essay of mine at The Elder Story Telling Place called "Play Ball."
G: Took me out for Mexican dinner at Nati’s. He’s doing better about Duck than I am. We both are shocked by how rapidly he is declining.
Work: Padre’s 2008 Schedule.
Game Weather schedule.
It’s as if that last bout of wandering was his brain making its last leap into the now. The tangles and confusions of his disease are winning, and they are slowed down only fractionally by the medications to keep him safe. The nurse called G to say that he wasn’t eating, couldn’t get up, and had begun sleeping much of his day. He was still drinking water but he hadn’t voided. Both his home doctor and the urologist were checking him out. It isn’t just the drugs that were sedating him, it was as if his cognitive abilities had quieted.
G told the charge nurse on the phone and later in person that our goals were to keep him comfortable, to keep him safe. Duck had not wanted any extreme measures and said this in his advance directive, but if there was any doubt G has the medical power of attorney. G told them that the home could call in hospice. The nurse wrote these directives in two log books, and read them back to G.
I peeked in on him several times. He lay quietly snoring with his mouth open, laying straight on the quilt and dressed ready to get up. Sunshine was creeping around the curtains, and the nurses call bell was pinned to his shirt….what ever good that would do. He can’t remember how to use it.
Middle: G and Duck, 2007. Bottom: G and Duck 1991.