He seems to be doing somewhat better. I think too late to restore any real health, but he is not eating tons of sweets lately that I can tell. Perhaps having a real meal offered every day has changed his eating habits vs him looking in the fridge and cupboard for options when he got hungry. Mind he HAD heathly options in the fridge or freezer, just had to heat them up but he wasn't much for leftovers and he used to eat whatever good meal I'd cook on weekends and then still eat a bunch of junk food last thing that night, so I had no motivation to cook more often.
I keep punting on scheduling a home health aide to come out again. I don't know what my mental block is. I need to text B and see if she has a day she prefers to try to ride if the weather allows. I've been holding back from contacting M and J. I keep remembering him telling me about K running really late to meet them and then "wouldn't even hang out afterwards" and thinking that I while I enjoyed their company back in 2021 I wouldn't want to linger long after a ride now cuz I'd feel bad about costing dad $40/hr just to visit and drink beer. Plus I'm fairly sure they decided Tanza and I are too wild or rude to ride with; I tried to be a good riding companion; but I don't even know what the problem area(s) for them are.
Saturday update. Ugh, lots of urine last night. Overflowed the capacity of the pad I had over the sheet and there was even a small wet spot on the carpet. I might be risking fall hazard for dad to put pads on the floor, but I really don't want to have the carpet reeking of piss. Just when I think, oh things are going better something like this happens. God grant me the serenity, courage and wisdom to navigate this.
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