Well, in some ways he's doing better, but he's definitely well down a slippery slope from where he was at the beginning of last week...

Evidently he slept okay last night -- quieter room, quieter roommate, warm milk instead of sleeping pill. He's still having strange dreams. His blood pressure (which tends to run low at best of times) is very low -- he is in danger of falling if he tries to sit up on the side of the bed. Getting into a chair is out of the question. He's shaky, frail and it scares the bejaysus out of me. He's supposed to be getting STRONGER, not deteriorating!

Tomorrow from work (at least I won't be working alone) I can try to call his primary care doctor and run the meds list past him. The hospital added stuff, rehab added stuff...SOMEthing is screwing up the works. This drug interaction is certainly not helping get him in shape to come home!

I would really like it if they don't accidently KILL him!

I've got to post at Facebook, then go upstairs and call my last remaining great aunt in Milwaukee -- her sister passed away last night. Age 93. These three younger sisters of my paternal grandmother were only a few years older than my parents (my father's uncle was actually younger than he was) much more like aunts than great aunts. (But they were all GREAT to me! My favorite relatives to visit growing up.) All three were unmarried "career girls" -- Irene got me my first job out of high school with the Wisconsin Telephone Company. She was the person who took educational programs to the schools.

Linn