So he took the anti-depressant! He slept all night and then several very deep catnaps through the day. We went to an appointment to have his incision looked at this afternoon where he asked his surgeon about prescribing the two dancing girls and the bottle of whiskey. Yet another kind doctor with a gracious sense of humor.
I was hanging out with my dad tonight. Not 'the patient'. What a blessing. He enjoyed things, laughed at funny stuff. It was great. All the difference.
Now if I could get that kind of sleep...
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