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| Tuesday, 16 November 2010 | |
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Dad finally went to the bathroom alone today. Whew. Since I have no biological children, I have never experienced the joy involved with successful independent toileting. Until today, that is. After eight LONG weeks of Dad's urinary tract infections, resulting hospitalizations, and subsequent weakness, Dad finally felt strong enough to venture in to the bathroom alone for a #1. Thrilled as I was, I was still a bit concerned he may get weak and fall. "Hold on to something." I gently warned, putting my ear next to the bathroom door to make sure he was okay. "How would you suggest I do a #1 without holding on to something?" He asked, referring to his family jewels. "I mean with the other hand." I said with a smile. He's back! |
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