No Bernie in the lounge, so I check his room. There he is. I go to the side of his bed and hold his hand. No response. I wait a few minutes. Still no activity.
He is dressed, freshly shaved, combed hair sleeping soundly on his side, with his bare infected foot on a pillow. A blanket covers him.
Why should I wake him? I just wanted to check on him. I find the Nazareth RN and she reports that he was wide awake for a visitor nearly all morning. I said I peeked at his foot and it seemed more swollen than last week. "Yes."
Connie, the Hospice RN notices I'm waiting and she said. "I'm on my way to an appointment, but as soon as I'm done, I'll check on Father." "Good, we can talk tomorrow."
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