It’s Sunday evening. My Dad and I just had our dinner. We had chicken but mine was ground with gravy and Dad’s was batter-dipped and baked. My meal had zucchini slices and mashed potato. His meal had mashed potato too. I don’t remember what his vegetables were. He had difficulty slicing the chicken and chewingContinue reading “Sunday Evening”
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Sunday
It’s close to noon. I’m feeling sad now. It seems to me that all I do is wait for the next meal. That’s my job. I need to weigh 100 pounds for them to disconnect me from my feed and take away tube feeding. Life in this nursing home is monotonous. I’m only happy ifContinue reading “Sunday”