Saturday, June 6, 2015
My father dear is terrible at staying hydrated so the funny to me from the other day as he walks through dementia, was watching him chug down two big glasses of sweet tea. My face probably gave away my surprise. My Yankee mother never made sweet tea but the nursing home does and perhaps it will give him some time to visit with family and feel a bit better. I find it sort of amusing. He always was the best patient of the doctor about following diet restrictions for blood pressure etc so dementia perhaps has allowed him throw caution to the wind since it simply tastes good to him but he can't tell me what it is he is drinking. His food might become more appealing too? I don't know. One day at a time will tell so will try not and think about that too much.