What is cotton candy?

Needless to say, the last couple of days have been interesting and challenging. Saturday Morning about 3:00 (AM) Kenny rang the bell and when I asked him what he needed, he asked me. "What is Cotton Candy?" "It's spun sugar," I replied, "why?"
He was just wondering. When I asked him if he needed to go to the bathroom, he said no, but he did have some numbness in his legs and couldn't move them. So, I rubbed them and moved them aroung a bit. Cotton Candy! What will we think of next?

The Fourth of July Picnic and World Famous Boat Parade was a great success. We had wonderful food to go along with our hot dogs and brats. Larry cooked them on the new grill that he put together...lots of work, but great results. It has a radiant section and also an extra small burner, and it looks great. We had about 25 friends over and it was just super to see everyone. We even had a precious, beautiful three-month-old young lady who stole the show. Miss Ava is an angel and everyone wanted to hold her.

All Hell broke loose last night. Kenny started his latest jaunt by deciding to do a lot of maneuvering in the bathroom after I warned him for the past four months that the more mooving around he did without holding on to a handrail or the wheelchair, the greater the chance of falling and hurtin himself. When he fell, Larry was out side I was waiting just outside the door. Needless to say, he was halfway in the shower and I had no help in getting him up. I was livid. Not only did he hurt his back but so did I. I let him know just what a stupid act I thought it was. Needless to say, that got his back up and things went downhill from there. When he went to bed at 9:30 (hallelujah, I thought!) he complained about his back hurting. I confess that I displayed little sympathy. I gave him extra Methadone at 8 PM and then at midnight, I planned to give him his sleeping meds along with more Methadone. Well, He rang me at 10:30 to go to the toilet, 1:00 AM to go to the toilet, 2:30 AM. 3:30 AM and 5:00 AM wanting to know when he could get some more pain meds. Well I gave him small doses (1cc) at 2:30 and at 5:00. At 5:30 he managed to crawl out of the other side of the bed, make it out the door and grap the wheelchair to walk himself to the bathroom. Well, I just completely lost it. Needless to say, today neither he nor I were fit company. He even said he was going to the VA hospital. They's be happy to have him. I proceeded to tell him to make very sure that's what he wanted to do, because they sure as hell wouldn't let him wear "pullup" briefs, but would put him in diapers and they certainly were not going to take him to the toilet every 30 minutes. Furthermore, I doubted they would offer him the meals that he gets here at the Biddle Hilton. Later on we both calmed down and came to a kind of truce. Then poor Larry is caught in the middle. He has a hard time understanding why Kenny is so ungrateful. I then had to tell him that this was my fight, not his. That I was mad with Kenny; he wasn't and to stay out of it. I then told him that Papa frequently espresses to me his gratitude, so just be quiet. Poor guy. He just could not win. I will be interested to see how we do tonight. I just seem to be unable to cope with long interrupted nights lately, but I do not know the answer unless it is to go back to the way it was when he came home from the hospital. He did not leave the bed to go to the bathroom...but that was an unholy battle also. I guess we are doomed to fight the Great Peein' Battle over and over and over again!