Well....the trip to the apartment yielded some suprising results. In two words-no electricity! Dad was involved in some type of squabble with the provider over $75....this resulted in me having to get the service turned back on to the tune of $300. Not good. Of course, all the food items in Dad's fridge were ruined. Three bags of stuff got lugged down to the dumpsters.
While at the apartment I gathered all of his bills and tried to straighten the place up. He is a horder.....a habit we must try to break.
When I returned to the hospital it was feeding tube time.....the first can of Ensure was delivered to Mr Stomach via the careful hand of Paula. She is using the syringe method to gravity feed the liquid into Dad. He is going to need to do this 4 times a day. Everything worked as planned and it was a resounding success.
Bobbie arrived later in the afternoon and brought clean clothes. She is a saint.