Day 12 Monday

We did get moved out on Sunday, with the great help of Laura. By the time we got to Laura and John's it was late afternoon and Dad had not slept all day...no naps. His usual schedule is to sleep about 4-5 hours a day plus his night time sleep. Needless to say, the move was a bit much for him. And I didn't let him do any packing except to put his shirts and jeans in his suitcase. I emptied out the rest of the room and then Laura came and helped load things on the cart and into the cars (ours and hers). Besides being tired, Dad's throat was coated again with those cells that are trying to get back to normal in his throat and his entire intestinal tract. The cells sort of build up and get sort of thick and then it makes him nauseated and he usually coughs it up (sorry, this is the not so pretty stuff). Unfortunately, he had an episode shortly after arriving at Laura and John's and he felt so bad about it, but Laura and John were so nice about the whole thing. Dad refers to this event...or the sound produced...as Beelzebub...or the devil incarnate. For me, the sound resembles something out of The Exorcist. Any way you put it, it's not a particular pretty sight. So after that, Dad didn't even eat dinner (in fact, he hadn't eaten lunch either) but he just went to bed...that was about 7:00. He slept until 6:30 the next morning.