Are you trying to buy a horse??

Last Friday, February 27th, Annie actually got Dad in his wheelchair and took him for a walk out in the sunshine (which we haven't seen much of lately). They went to the local neighborhood park with little Whitney. He really enjoyed it. Mom had left for Disneyland with Rick's family on Tuesday night so it was just us daughters to care for him through Saturday. On Friday night, the Skinner's went to a King's game and I came to be with Dad. I brought him Panda Express and he was pretty excited to have that and smothered it in Soy Sauce, something he has had to refrain from. He was pretty alert and still smiling, and still calling me "beautiful". He get confused of what day it is and where he is but he recognizes all of us. Annie and I got him ready for bed and then he asked for a kiss, we both kissed him and Annie kissed him on his lips and noticed his mouth was bleeding. So I flicked on the lights and started lifting up his lips to examine his gums and he said,"What are you trying to do? But a Horse?" We all laughed so hard. Not sure where he comes up with that humor but it works for me. That night he was pretty restless. The next morning he was still really restless. He had some cereal and then couldn't seem to relax. His nose was a little stuffed up so he was having an extra hard time breathing. He panicked a few times and said he couldn't breathe very well, in fact he could hardly get the words out. I called the Hospice Nurse and after she asked me some questions she told me to go ahead and give him morphine and anti-anxiety medication. Kathy came over and the two of us watched him as he tried so hard to sleep but was so restless and still seemed anxious. He ended up having two more doses and finally four hours later he fell asleep, and slept, and slept and slept. We haven't seen him sleep that soundly in sooooo long. As hard as it was, we know he needed that rest. His poor little body is so worn out. He finally woke up on Monday morning. They were able to get him in his chair and he was in and out of being alert but still pretty tired. They had to give him morphine again when they put him to bed. When I came in this morning, Tuesday March 3rd, for the first time he didn't smile at me and call me beautiful, I did eventually get a smile though. He seems really out of it and can barely talk, we aren't sure if that is the drugs or just his condition. What ever the case we are just trying to make him comfortable.