My husband and I took my brother to go see James Bond Friday night. It was a stupid movie, but I think we all enjoyed it. I think what my brother liked the most is was that he was going to be the last person on his floor in bed!
The antibiotics seems to be working and his hoarseness is gone. He will be coming to my house for Thanksgiving, and then we are going to my son's girlfriend's parents' house for dinner. I am hoping that there will be no diaper/urination incidents. I did not take him out for breakfast this weekend, and it was really nice to sleep late on Saturday. However, I am feeling a little guilty. But I keep on telling myself that we will see him over Thanksgiving weekend. I expect that my kids will come with me for breakfast on Saturday (or Sunday) and that would be great.
My only nagging worry is the extra information that Medicaid asked for. My brother is on a special workers with disabilities program that very few State workers seem to know about. I am not going to be surprised if I have to take off work to go talk to the State.
He also needs a lot of dental work, at least 3 teeth pulled, etc. I am already prepared to fork over huge sums of money to take care of his teeth, but I feel there is no choice. I have asked that the nurses start brushing his teeth, we will see if that happens.
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