Dad

So I went to visit Dad tonight. Mom had to go back to work a week ago and so we've made sure someone is there every evening with him during dinner and before he goes to bed. Tonight he was eating SO well. I was so excited. He usually struggles with his left side of his mouth, packing food and it sliding down his throat without him knowing and then he chokes. Tonight he never choked. He kept his left cheek empty and he sat himself forward most of the time. He expressed his frustration to me again tonight about how annoying it is that everyone sits around and just tells him how to do everything; eat like this, don't sit like that, etc. He knows everyone is just trying to help him. I can imagine how frustrating it must be to be treated like a toddler when you're 70. If he keeps making sufficient(sufficient to the insurance company--whatever that is) progress the insurance company will pay for him to be in rehab until the 22nd. Then he'll have to move out of the hospital to a care center. The red tape and hoops you have to jump through with insurance companies are quite ridiculous, as if your mind isn't in enough turmoil with what you're dealing with they through in all kinds of 'ifs' and 'buts' into their policies creating all kinds of loopholes for them. Grrrrrr!