Noah Singman

Dad's back in the nursing home. Chris found out quickly that he can't handle two patients, and I'm the easier patient. Dad agreed to go back. He was tired of being away from us. I may suggest that he might come home for a visit part of the day when he's stir-crazy. The hemiparesis is still notable. Frankly, we aren't set up for him. We'd need a Hoyer lift at present. He really can't stand without help. He won't admit it, but his balance wasn't the best before the CVA.

The cats are confused. At least they got to smell Grandpa.

Yup. Dad fell. He had another fall and got sent to the hospital for a few days. They tried to do a brain scan, but he was agitated and couldn't hold still enough to get the scan done. So, they couldn't monitor the brain bleed he had and sent him back to the nursing home. I told him that he should stop terrorizing the staff. He thinks that's funny. We hated that he had to spend his 78th birthday away from home.

The cats still miss him. Achilles spends more time on the piano waiting for Grandpa to pet him. Monroe wants his morning sheet fight, and Bear wants him to pet her in his bed, rolling around and showing her fluffy belly.

We miss him as well. Sigh.