More FIL fun!

I am back. Just an update. FIL is sliding. Apparently, he was rushed to the hospital yesterday because the doctor who did his blood work on Monday was unfamiliar with him and has freakish body. He saw the levels of kidney metabolites and thought he was in kidney failure.

I get a call from a crying Wife as to what she should do. Dialysis or no dialysis. My brother in law was leaning for dialysis. He wants to prolong his father's life as a blob. Here, live longer but you can do NOTHING productive with that time, unless you consider annoying those around you as productive (sometimes, I do, but that is just me and it is done with intent, not like it is with him).

Anyway, the Wife gets to the hospital and they compare the levels of Monday with those in August, when had that stay in the hospital, and they had not changed. He was at baseline, for him.

He also had been having difficulty walking. In fact, on Sunday he was apparently calling for MIL and screaming that he could not feel his legs. Of course, even before this he could not be counted on to articulate what he was feeling and where (this is the dude who after a hospital stay for his heart and stuff told people he was in for ptomaine poisoning--it was a "What-the-Fuck?!" moment for me. When I heard him say that, I had taken him down to his office and he saw the dudes next door, I just said "What the fuck?, what planet are you on? Whoever said anything about poisoning, let alone, ptomaine poisoning, when you were in the hospital?"

It is like an infant who is ill but cannot tell you what is wrong. Then again, he had MIL to do it all for him, so he never bothered to make that connection. Then again, it would be lost by now. Anyway, during his fall of two weeks ago, when I had to come at 5 am to lift him off the bathroom floor, he apparently broke two of his toes. That may explain the walking difficulty, though not so sure about not feeling his legs.

Personally, I would have flicked him in the forehead and ask if he felt that. But then again, I am cruel, as my mother keeps telling me. Anyway, he is back home and will be sent to a nice home. The Wife cannot take much more of this. She cannot grieve her mother's loss while she worries about his present.

Well, that was yesterday. It went from panic and the end is near to status quo and the end is still near, just not immediate. One day this will all end. Of course, the Wife, and her siblings, will be orphans. Then again, only the Wife will truly feel the loss, of her mother, as she was the closest to her.

That is all for now. Ciao!