Don't you see the ducks?

I know my last few posts have been a little "Debbie Downer..." I think it is time for a short update, and then a few good "Scotch" stories to cheer us all up...:)

Today was ok. The Physical therapy guys got him into a wheel chair, and he and my Mom sat together for 2 hours. He was agitated again tonight, but they gave him is sleeping pill, and although he would not go to sleep while I was there, he was pretty close...So, let's hope he sleeps tonight. Tomorrow is a big day again...He goes in for his PET scan tomorrow afternoon.

So, when he is ready to have more visitors, he will tell you this story, and you will enjoy it because it is so fun to watch him tell it...He pauses at all the right moments, and his facial expressions and inflection are priceless. But it is a funny story (that I have heard about 25 times so far) and I laugh every time I hear him tell it.

So, I guess when the EMT's came to take him to the hospital last week, in the ambulance, they were telling him that aside from La Jolla, La Mesa had the prettiest nurses. Lots of pretty nurses to help him out...When they rolled him into the ER, they told him that unfortunately, he would have "Bruce." And boy did he think that was not very nice! I am not doing this justice, so you will have to have him tell you.

The hallucinations are ongoing (I know this doesn't start like a good story, but bear with me). He is starting to realize that maybe they are not real. We are calling the Dr.'s office tomorrow to see if this is common with brain surgery, or one of his medications...But, here is a cute story about one of his hallucinations.

When my Mom and Dad sat together today for a few hours, all he could talk about were "the ducks in the hallway." Well, there were no ducks in the hallway (that my Mom could see), but she decided to play along and said "yah, aren't they cute?" He went on to tell her that there was "a lot of them" and "they were molting," and that there were feathers everywhere! The two of them sat there and talked about the ducks for over an hour. When he was repeating the story to my Aunt and Uncle, he went on to say that there was 525,000 feathers...And my Uncle said "wow, there must have been a lot of ducks to make that many feathers," and my Dad replied "yah, there were." So, I asked him if he was going to be using a down comforter with all of those feathers, and he looked over at me and said "there were certainly enough feathers!"

Love to all.