Rehab him until he dies

When I arrived Monday morning Dad was awake but very tired. Sunday zapped all of his energy. They took him to physical therapy for an hour even though he looked horrible. They had to do the PT to get their Medicare money even though he looked pale as a ghost.

As soon as Dad ate lunch he fell asleep, a deep sleep. He slept all afternoon and struggled to breathe at times. He was shaking uncontrollably at times and we thought this was the end. We all said our good bye’s and convinced my mother to tell him that it’s okay to go and that she would be okay. He finally woke up after 5 hours of sleep and thought it was morning. He was disoriented and confused. It was hard to watch.

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A great day!