I wouldn’t wear shorts in NYC.
Thank you, everyone, for your prayers. I’m sure it helped! Dad’s aide for the day, a CNA named Beverly, is Pentecostal, and she and I had the Spirit moving in the emergency room.
Dad was not able to urinate because of his prostate swelling because he couldn’t swallow one of his medicines the last couple of days. They had to put in a catheter, which took half a dozen large young medical personnel even after they gave him a sedative.
We took him back home, but Mom is trying to get two aides for a while, until he calms down after the ER visit. Then we met with a lady who has a business of helping people negotiate the elder-care system. She’s going to help Mom work with the admin of the current facility and also be looking for a new place.
We both feel better after this meeting. I wish I could stay longer, but DP has to go on a trip on Monday and can’t get out of it. However, my brother and his wife are coming the middle of next week, so Mom will only have to get through a few days.