My dad got worse. And then he got better. And then he got slightly worse again. I'm going to visit him tonight so I'll have a better idea of where he is.
He's had to have someone with him 24/7 because of the picking and fidgeting. He pulls off his o2 and we do what we can to keep him from his iv.
But he's doing better.
And I'm so tired of talking and thinking and worrying about this.