WEDNESDAY

so, i guess my dad had a bad night last night. he ended up with almost all the nurses on the floor in his room to hold him down and fix the side of his "cage" that he ripped off, and to fix the call button he ripped out of the wall. he just has no control over his brain at night. he is so tired today. i am not going to go to the hospital so he (and my mom) can get some rest. my mom did tell me however that he was walking with a cane today and only one person helping him. that's good news. when i talked to him on the phone this afternoon, he didn't sound like himself. it is so crazy how this whole healing process is literally one step forward, and two steps back.