It's Wednesday night, and I'm already back from visiting my brother. In fact, I noticed when I left that it was at about the same time that I was just arriving at the old nursing home. My life is so much better.
My brother was in a good mood, but I noticed that he was hoarse. When we were sitting outside, he mentioned that his pants were getting tight. I casually asked when did that start, and he said about two weeks ago. So I went to the front desk and asked to talk to his nurse on the 7th floor. I told her I thought his congestive heart failure may be acting up again and asked her to check that out and also to look at his lungs. I will call tomorrow to follow up.
It is perplexing to me why I am the first person to notice these symptoms and that the nursing staff doesn't notice. And my husband went to visit my brother earlier in the day and didn't notice either. It makes me feel like I can never leave town for very long, my brother's life would be in danger.
On a better note, it sounds like the nursing home listened to my brother when he first moved in and re-registered him to vote. Now I just have to figure out if we have to get him an absentee ballot or what. They also have a notary public in the building, which makes life a lot easier for financial dealings.
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