Come Saturday Morning….

Robert had a rough week. He’s been battling a pain that they cannot pinpoint, nausea and vomiting and loss of appetite. He also had a UTI. Nonetheless, he wanted to go home on a Day Pass Saturday. I slept over the night before so we could leave when he was ready. We got home around 10:30 a.m. and he laid around the bedroom and watched some TV and played with the cat. He didn’t want to eat or drink anything; I had to coax him to drink some diet soda so he could get his pills down.

He managed to cath himself, though, and got in and out of the wheelchair a few times. He stayed out a little longer than last time, as we didn’t head back to TIRR until 5:30 p.m.

At that point, we were looking at February 13 as his target going-home date. Things would change, and quickly, as the weekend came to a close.