||[Jun. 19th, 2016|09:58 pm]
Dad is slowly getting stronger, but it's still a trial to get him to eat. When he gets tired, he gets cranky and says, "Why bother? I'm dying. I won't be here tomorrow." He isn't dying, but he feels lousy, so he's not listening to anyone who says his condition is stable.|
Today, he got really cranky over breakfast, and said, "Why are you making me eat this crap? Do you think I'm an asshole? Do you think I'm stupid?" I looked him in the eye and said, "Sometimes, I do." Then, he cracked up laughing and let me feed him some bites without any more complaints. That was our Father's Day. He is getting his sense of humour back, but he's still very touchy. He's still so weak, I can't relax, but I think he is improving.
Incidentally, my mother informed me that my Grandma Harkins used to call the house and say she was dying whenever she felt sick. Her advice was, "Don't worry, he's just turning into his mother."