Having the hospital bed has made some things easier and some things harder.
Gpa stays in bed all night long. I don’t have to lift so much to get him in and out of bed. I can get him to change positions to allow his bed sore to start to heal.
It needs a different size sheet that I don’t have, so there is more bunching and more things get wet. When this happens, I just change him in the room rather than taking him to the bathroom.
He is stiffer in the morning and had a hard time using his arms to feed himself this morning.
I cried all the way through church. Mourning the loss of Gpa. Silly girl, he’s sitting right next to you. Yes, but this is a letting go, a bit at a time, and I let go a little bit.
He’s been as hungry as a bear and today he was as hungry as a pig. I’m not sure if one is hungrier than the other but he eats a lot.
I don’t think his body is processing much of what he eats, he’s just skin and bones.
After church, which included lunch and a visit from Santa, we went home and took a nap.
After a good cry and a good nap, I feel better.
Tomorrow we will celebrate Christmas with family coming over.
