The days have passed oh so slowly, Jim is still not eating or drinking. How long this goes on, I don't know, I've been a nurse for a long time and certain events will make the difference.
He's been very restless, talking to people who have long passed.
He fell out of bed one night regardless of the railings we had set us, called two strangers from down the road and they were there in a minute to carry him back into bed.
Jim is not sleeping regardless of the medicine I give him. He pulled his catheter out and and being by myself, ignored the blood and urine and inserted another. I sleep next to him at night, but little sleep comes. Always on the alert.
Iva, the lady from Pennsyvania who gave him his birthday party, sent him an early Valentine's gift, more food than I could every hope to eat. My friends from work and down the road, run errands for me every day and bring more food and money.
My thoughts on Jim will only come only on my blog now, little interest in any quilting right now.