Dad’s been in the hospital since Friday. He was talking such nonsense that it was unbelievable, unable to calm himself, hyperventilating and rocking his head back and forth. In the midst of all that, he had (or was having) a stroke. So he’s been in the hospital four nights and four days. He’ll likely be discharged tomorrow, and we’re hoping he’ll land in NHC, where Mom was. Of course, she hated it there, but I don’t think he’ll be that bad off. He’s much more social, and he’s not suffering from shingles, so he’ll be able to go out into the common area (or be wheeled out there) and talk to people.

At any rate, we need the time to prepare. It’s a little like Nana: we don’t really know what we’re getting ourselves into because we don’t know what kind of mobility Dad is going to have. I’ve been fearing the worst, but I think perhaps my fears were a bit exaggerated? At any rate, we’re going to try to get a hospital bed in place and get some help lined up. We’re more confident about the former than the latter. We’re hoping to get Dad on hospice, but we don’t know if he’ll qualify.

Everything is up in the air.