I hesitate to say that Papa is better today. Tiny steps were made. Still things to keep on eye on. His blood sugar. His lungs. His temp. Not out of the woods. Can we get a GPS here? Good Lord.
My mom is coming home tomorrow night to rest and I think Papa is a bit apprehensive for her to go. This has been the hardest thing ever. I hate being so far away. I hate leaving him. Patient. We need to be patient.
I want to take something that we can leave him to know that we are all with him even when we aren't there.
That's my plan tomorrow to track something like that down.
I am off to bed. I want tomorrow to hurry up so I can see him. It's been a long horrible week for us all.