Dad

Had my weekly visit with Dad yesterday. If I could visit more often, I would.......you're allowed only one visiting day a week......for an hour.
He was a bit miserable and didn't look very well. His mouth was so dry, all gummy. I fed him some ice chips. I'm wondering if one of the medications he taking is causing that. He drank 2 containers of apple juice and ate a small piece of chocolate.
He's having problems swallowing......so, he's back on some of the pureed food (ugh). He's not allowed to have bread or peanut butter anymore. That sucks. They will be thickening his liquids.
The prison hired a therapist..........Dad will be receiving massage therapy now. It's kinda late for that........he will never be able to stretch out his arms again. The muscles have atrophied (not sure if I spelled that right). They are also going to start group sessions for exercise........(I can see Dad exercising......yeah right). As long as he is present, sitting in his wheelchair, I'll be happy (gets him out of that stinkin' bed) and into socializing.
He doesn't seem to want to try anything........he'd rather lay in that fucking bed and vegetate. It drives me insane! Why Dad...........why?? What happened to you..............................