A Quiet Sunday

     Went to Sacrament meeting this morning, testimony meeting, a young father had blessed his newborn baby, he said it was the sweetest thing, that and getting married in the temple.  I think at his time in life it is as he says, it was for us. Now going through this experience, having been deprived of the sacrament for four weeks makes being able to take the sacrament the sweetest thing.

     

  Grandpa K ate most of his breakfast, yogurt, very sour orange juice, and some puréed pancakes with syrup. 

     He is shivering, can't get him warm, we put his hat on him and some heated blankets. He is sporting an oxygen tube in his nose. The nurses said his count was down. 

    We tried listening to a church talk on cd and it put him right to sleep. 

 For lunch we had some nummy puréed roast beef, smashed taters and gravy, applesauce, chicken bullion, milk and vanilla pudding. He ate almost everything. Not the bullion, it got cold and he didn't finish his milk. I hand feed him, he can only lift his hand about 5 inches. He really enjoyed the warm bullion. It takes about 30 minutes to feed him. He takes two bites of food and then a liquid. 

     

    Brother Robison and Harrison Cole, a young priest gave him the sacrament. Bro R said he would see if he can find a set of scriptures on tape for us to use. That should put him out really fast. 

     He sat up in a chair about an hour today. They check his blood pressure and oxygen, a change of position causes a change in oxygen and bp.

    For Sunday supper he had roast beast puréed, more taters and gravy, milk and vanilla pudding. He ate all the pudding and about half the taters and beef. He had a swallow of Apple juice too.

    We got to talk to Rob and Luke on Face time. I love seeing our grandchildren, ahem. I mean talking to our sons. Bruce could see them and he doesn't look so scary now with only an oxygen tube in his nose. They could hear his Batman whisper and talk to him too. It was a nice ending to a quiet Sunday.

    

     And no I don't know why some parts of the blog are underlined. Perhaps this machine is haunted.