My dad had a pretty good morning yesterday. He sat in the wheelchair
for breakfast, and was enjoying it enough that he remained in it until just
after lunch. He puttered around the kitchen and living room a bit…touching things...reading magazines upside down...and seemed
content sitting in front of the patio doors watching the squirrels and birds in
the backyard. Just after lunch, he began to be agitated…and once it began, it
escalated quickly. He had to be given another dose of the new anxiety med. An
hour or so after the meds, he finally relaxed and was moved to the bed where he
took a nap.
He awoke three hours later…seemingly bright eyed…but not
agitated anymore. I tried briefly to speak to him on the phone…but he wasn’t
able to make sense…and couldn’t figure out who I was. My step mother took the
phone back and within about 2 more minutes…he became agitated again and tried
to pull himself over the side rail of the bed while mumbling incoherently.
Later in the evening, he had more of the anxiety meds (just
before bed), and although he did sleep…it was very restless.
Whatever is happening with the tumor…is apparently
escalating the anxiety.
My stepmother’s daughter and son are coming around noon
today to spend the weekend with them. They have not seen him since Christmas...I’m
sure the change will be shocking to them.
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