27 November 2013: Wednesday ... mom's nasal cannula was pulled out and she looked gaunt, complained of left ankle pain ... dad put in his nasal cannula during the night ... never heard a thing with my monitor ...

Gail dropped by on this rainy Wednesday, the day before
Thanksgiving with her peekapoo, Teddy, for a visit. She was in
north Wilmington for a job and had called earlier. 

Mom got to play a little with Teddy on her bed as Gail offered him up to her. She got the dog about 3 1/2 months ago from a shelter, who she asked to call her if a peekapoo cane and they did. He's about three
years old.



Doug has walked and fed my dog and while I slept, he prepared the dinner for mom and dad and went to Zoup and got some soups, one the Lobster bisque that dad loves. I slept, he worked, later, I did do the dishes while I ate the mushroom soup (delicious) and then his hot dogs and beans with a roll. Topped it off with mandarin oranges and Tapioca pudding.

Amazing recollections of mom today ... first, us, and our haircuts up until we were 10. We never saw a barber, she did the cutting and she tried the shears on herself and slipped and had to wear a bandanna to cover the bare spot on her back scalp. Doug said he remembered the scarf and the accident. He also said he remembered the trip over to Holland in the plane. Sure.

The other one was the movie The Anderson Tapes, with Sean Connery and Dyan Cannon. She says we saw the movie at the now gone movie theatre at Prices Corner and dad fell asleep through half of it and then, in a fit of rage, in a pouring rain, chased down a young driver who cut him off in the road. She recalls it but dad did not; however, initially, dad said he had not seen this movie but as the movie went on and the police move into the luxury apartment building being robbed, he recalled it.

He did remember playing the role of a long dead cleric, hands upraised, in a stone crypt in Scotland, a country he remembers for its paucity (pas de personnage) of people on the barren but beautiful landscape.

I have made his bed again tonight and he's taken his metoprolol (100 mg a day, 2x 50 mg tablet, once in the morning and once at night), and we've laid out his 2 Temazepam (sleep aid) and his 2 Xanax (anti-anxiety) and a 1 Vicodin (pain pill). Earlier, we watched Jeopardy, which he complained that he knew no answers to. I got to assist him with the oxygen which he has turned on and placed the nasal cannula. We take his pulse oxygen and when it finally works, it's 97 with a pulse of 110. He sits in the chair to watch Turner Classic Movies with Robert Osborne narrating.