Dad has now been transferred to a nursing home in Junction City, which is good news (because it means he is recovering rapidly) and bad news (because his periodic stays at a nursing home are always stressful times for the family).
So, until further notice, I will be spending my nights at his bedside, making sure he doesn't become so disoriented that he panics or otherwise endangers himself, while Mom takes the days.
I anticipate becoming very tired, physically and emotionally. But that's life. You do what you gotta. Life goes on. And various other catchphrases that seem somehow to give me comfort, and if they get on your nerves, my apologies, but golly folks, something had better give me comfort....
//The Magic Eight-Ball says, "Do what you can and leave the rest."\\
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