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It wasn't a terrible day, but it wasn't a lovely day. My dad slept a lot today. When he did get up, he walked to the back door in his undies and started to open the door. I said, "don't you want your robe on? It's kind of chilly out there." He said, "oh no, I'm going swimming." That was the start of the day.

I felt kind of bossy today, even though Pat was here. In my way, I demanded things of him. I made him take a shower. I did about 90% of his dressing for him. Several times I made him put on underwear, buffering my bossiness with an "I love you, Dad." Like I said, he slept a lot. His breathing...wow, he sure gets tired. And both of his legs are swollen now. I did get hold of the doctor's office today and asked for the results of his ultrasound. "Everything is OK, nothing showed up." So what is going on? Do I just accept that I have done what I needed to do in order to rule out anything really serious that could be treated? Do I just accept that my dad is 87, and things are just starting to fail? First the mind, now the body. ugh!