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muckefuckAwoken a bit early this morning by fast-moving thunderstorms. Briefly, I thought I might want to stay home and let them pass and began to plot out what I might do to pass the time (such as ironing), but they were over in an hour. Mercifully, they brought cool air in their wake. I found myself getting spattered on the walk to work so I detoured through the alley. I normally avoid it this time of year due to the lack of shade, but it was still overcast. In fact, the sun didn't come out until after I reached Evanston, creating one of my favourite effects: bright sunlight contrasting against blue-black cloud cover over the horizon.
I think I've mentioned before how much the cat has mellowed with regard to storms. Even as I heard thunder rumble, I could still feel him grooming himself at the foot of the bed. (At least, I think I felt that; I've been mistaken before.) Even during the height of it, he followed me into the bathroom for buttrubs and then set himself quietly down on the chenille rug. It's nice--for a change--to be able to pet him as much as I like without having to worry about him turning on me and biting, even if he doesn't purr.
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monshu's discharge planning as well as the doctor, the friend of a friend who might handle some of his home care, Turtlewife, and whoever else might show up and need to chat with me. I hope the Old Man is engaged; I feel like he should be taking a more active role in his care than he is, though I recognise that it's only by mentally checking out to a certain degree that he's able to put up with his situation at all.
I still have very mixed feelings about bringing him home, though at least the panic has faded. As far as I can see, he's not substantially more able to care for himself now than he was three weeks ago. That may change if he's no longer hooked to an IV 24/7, but he's not currently eating enough to sustain being off TPN and seems rather uninterested in doing anything about that. (Yesterday evening he finally resisted my nagging, saying, "Stop worrying, I'm going to eat" and I wanted to yell back, "When?") You'd think better food would make a difference, but he brushes off my offers to bring him something more appealing than institutional food, so who knows how much that will change at home.
I think I've mentioned before how much the cat has mellowed with regard to storms. Even as I heard thunder rumble, I could still feel him grooming himself at the foot of the bed. (At least, I think I felt that; I've been mistaken before.) Even during the height of it, he followed me into the bathroom for buttrubs and then set himself quietly down on the chenille rug. It's nice--for a change--to be able to pet him as much as I like without having to worry about him turning on me and biting, even if he doesn't purr.
It could be a hectic evening at the home as I attempt to touch base with the social worker who's doing
monshu's discharge planning as well as the doctor, the friend of a friend who might handle some of his home care, Turtlewife, and whoever else might show up and need to chat with me. I hope the Old Man is engaged; I feel like he should be taking a more active role in his care than he is, though I recognise that it's only by mentally checking out to a certain degree that he's able to put up with his situation at all.I still have very mixed feelings about bringing him home, though at least the panic has faded. As far as I can see, he's not substantially more able to care for himself now than he was three weeks ago. That may change if he's no longer hooked to an IV 24/7, but he's not currently eating enough to sustain being off TPN and seems rather uninterested in doing anything about that. (Yesterday evening he finally resisted my nagging, saying, "Stop worrying, I'm going to eat" and I wanted to yell back, "When?") You'd think better food would make a difference, but he brushes off my offers to bring him something more appealing than institutional food, so who knows how much that will change at home.
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