By Kevin
I called Dad after his Friday doctor's appointment and he was discouraged. The doctor said he needed to flex the joints in his right hand all the time or his hand will freeze in place. He half-jokingly said that he might be able to get along with one hand.
Last week when he was at our place on Tuesday, I played a VHS tape he had given me to record to DVD so he could watch it at home (he doesn't have a VHS player any longer). The tape had a documentary about the building of Boulder/Hoover dam, and had some scenes of Boulder City, where Dad had lived with his parents and Zell and Jack while his father maintained trucks used to build the dam. Dad surprised me by saying he'd like to go back to Boulder City. I later mentioned that I would work on it, and he said he would like to go back before he died. I've been looking into places to stay, and the museum (where they would like to do an oral history with him). We'll probably fly to Vegas then I'll drive us to Boulder City.
Pat and Karen took Dad out for dinner on Friday, and were concerned that his right hand was swollen again, and he hadn't been taking his medicines. Pat and Karen found the medicines and the doctor's requests to stop taking certain medications. They sorted out his medicines with Dad, and put the weekly pill container on his dining room table where he usually sits to read the paper and have breakfast. They regretted not taking Dad to the emergency room to have his hand examined, but he will be seeing a doctor on Tuesday.
Karen and Fiona will bring Dad some dinner on Monday, and see how he's doing.
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