I won't dance, don't ask me!

Well, a very eventful week has passed and I have been so lax in blogging. Ah well.
Kenny has done pretty well this past week. He has some swelling in his feet but his lungs sound fairly clear so no one seems to be overly concerned. He has been sleeping well but still interprets my insistence on his not retiring at night before 9:00 as thinking he sleeps too much. He cannot seem to wrap his thinking aroung the fact that if he goes to bed at 7PM, his sleeping meds have worn off by about 3 AM and after that he dozes and every thirty minutes thinks perhaps he should try to pee. The downside to that is that he awakens me every thirty minutes and I end up a zombie for the entire day since I cannot go to be along with him at 7 or 8. Anyway Dr. Charlie addressed that last night. Hopefully Papa has a better understanding of why I feel the way I do.

Loren, the Hospice chaplain, came over for a visit on Thursday and he brought his laptop to show Papa photos from Iraq when he was over there in the service. He is such a nice guy and Kenny enjoys his visits so much. Hospice has such a great organization and it is such a help to those of us who are depending on them

We moved down to Murrells Inlet last evening after the doctor's visit to Kenny and to Larry. Larry seems to have a neurological challeng in his back that is causing some Sciatica-like symptoms. He is in terrific pain. Last night Kenny was in a snit about coming to the Inlet where, admittedly we are not as handicap-friendly as his little three room cottage in Conway. He was snapping at me and I told him I was not going to allow him to talk to me that way. He said to just leave him alone, he was pissed! (his words) I asked him if he was pissed because of coming to the Inlet. He said yes. He did not want to come. Well...friends, I kind of lost it! I told him that I was just really sorry about that but that I had spent the last 5 months waiting on him hand and foot 24 hours a day, sleeping on a sofa and going back and forth to my house to dress every day...and that I had had 2 days off in 5 months. He would just have to adjust. I left him sitting on the pot and when I went back 10 minutes later his attitude was a bit different. However this morning he said that maybe we should call the VA and see if they had a place for him, so I guess today we will suffer the "poor pitiful me's today." As you can tell, today I do not have a lot of sympathy. Maybe tomorrow.

The weather is overcast and warm today. He may go out on the porch a little later. If any of you are in the area, "y'all come!"