Sickie Dad

My dad is still not back to himself. Day #5 of an antibiotic still hasn't kicked it for him. He's the best sick man I've ever known, although I do remember him not being like that when he was younger. He is still coughing, wheezing, sleeping a lot, and has a fever. This morning, after eating his breakfast with his caregiver, he lost it, aka vomited. Since then he hadn't eaten/drank too much, per Pat. So when it was dinner time, I made him a light, bland dinner, and told him it wasn't too exciting of a meal since he vomited earlier in the day. He said, "that wasn't from being sick, it was from something else". When I asked what, he said, "I was rastling (wrestling)". huh? Made me laugh inside. And another thing, while he was napping before dinner, I happened to see him fishing! No fooling. He was winding up his reel, then casting it out. Twice. hmmmm... dreaming of the one that got away, Dad?