Sorry for the onslaught of depression you guys have been getting lately, it's been a really hard semester for me (as you very well know by now...) But today's just more of an informative post, instead of a super depressing one.
Dad went to the doctor's yesterday. He didn't have any test results or anything to go over, it was just so they could decide what tests to have him go get done next. They want to put him on some new medication (something oral) to up his potassium count. I guess that helps with the demyleination problem, my mom couldn't remember what the medication is called, so I'll try and get more details about that later. I am a bio major after all, I should be able to understand this stuff. In theory, right?
He also fell down on Sunday, which I hadn't seen for awhile. He tripped on the edge of the rug, and he started flailing all around with his cane trying to get some balance back, and he got a little bit, but not enough to save himself from falling. And then he just lay there and my mom was like "HAL! Are you okay???" And all of my sisters ran into the room because when someone like my dad falls, you hear it. But he was fine, he just lays there for a second to get his bearings back and my mom and N helped lift him up and get him going again. Nobody/nothing was hurt, thank goodness. I'm always worried he's going to fall one day and no one will be there to help him, and he'll just have to lay there until someone gets home. Usually when he's home someone else is too though, so he should be fine.
We've also taken to long Sunday walks lately, my mom pushing him in the wheelchair and the rest of us just running around being crazy. We have taken walks on Sunday for as long as I can remember, so I'm glad he can still participate in one of my favorite Sunday traditions. Makes me feel like everything's going to be okay.
-K
