Bernie at 3

Dropped in at about 3pm to find Bernie, dressed in street clothes, sleeping under the covers.

Noticed the pink schedule card for today so decided to wait a bit.  I'm guessing that next to it are the results of the speech therapy.  I admit I'm puzzled to offer a "U" or "X". On his bed stand was today's untouched SF Chronicle. It will be tempting to drop by Sunday at lunch time.

After about a half-hour at Physical Therapy Bernie returns, is helped into bed and immediately dozes off.  His head drooping back with his mouth open it is 3 or 4 minutes before he stirs slightly.  He asks for the sheet to select the weekend meal choices that the PT referred him to.

"Oh Dear God," punctuates his slow struggle with a sandwich or soup & salad choices.  Admittedly there are many choices but it is hard work to get through the selections.

I ask about the Physical Therapy, and he describes twirling a broomstick but dozes off mid sentence, then returns about 30 seconds later. His breath is shallow and frequent as he dozes.

He is cordial but subdued as I say I'll see him tomorrow.