Papa has been moved out of the hospital and into new quarters
in a care facility.
We were surprised that they decided to move him so quickly, particularly
because there's an ice storm that's about to blanket the entire state. Happily,
he's moved in, and seems to be improving.
During today's visit, I heard him introduce himself and say a few coherent
sentences, like, "Please, sit down in this chair."
His mood seemed a fair amount brighter, and he also seemed very happy to
see me. At the hospital, the attending physician changed his medication
in hopes it might even out his mood swings.
His new room seems nice. He has a lovely bay window right across from his
bed. His room is roughly 30' x 30', has a wardrobe, a small chest of drawers,
and a nightstand. It reminded me very much of life in the barracks, but with
nicer furniture and wood accents.
His room is actually part of a suite of sorts, partitioned from the other
occupant by curtains. I understand these quarters are temporary, and he'll
move into a different room by himself later on as space becomes available.
At this point, I think we're all just very thankful he's out of the hospital.
The only thing I'm beginning to become concerned about is that when he
sees me, he seems to talk about things that aggravate him. I wonder if he does
that with the other (female) family members too?
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