The doctors moved Dad to a private room. It’s larger and accommodates our family better.
Dad’s been in and out (mostly out) all day. He’s eaten some pudding and some Ensure but has slept most of the day. When he’s awake, he’s pretty lucid and his eyesight is good. 
His bed is pneumatic and comes on every few minutes, blowing up a bladder here or there, moving the air under him around to help prevent bed-sores.
Everyone else has gone home for the evening so it’s me and Dad for the night. He doesn’t seem to mind.
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