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Dad has been released from the hospital! He was sent home with a list of symptoms to keep an eye on, with strict instructions of "If this happens, you will take these actions IMMEDIATELY", a new prescription (a version of Lasiks, I don't remember the name), orders to set up appointments with his GP and cardiologist, and very stern orders of You Will Make These Lifestyle Changes, No Really You Have To. Including eating better.
Which is difficult, because Dad doesn't really have the energy to cook, his Ladylove is showing signs of Alzheimer's (which is a whole other worry) and thus can't be trusted to pay attention to cooking. So they eat a lot of frozen convenience food. I'm going to do some research into delivery services that specialize in healthy pre-prepared meals and then get a bunch of gift cards for them.
So yay! Dad is home! Things aren't as scary as the Brain Raccoons tried to convince me of!
Which is difficult, because Dad doesn't really have the energy to cook, his Ladylove is showing signs of Alzheimer's (which is a whole other worry) and thus can't be trusted to pay attention to cooking. So they eat a lot of frozen convenience food. I'm going to do some research into delivery services that specialize in healthy pre-prepared meals and then get a bunch of gift cards for them.
So yay! Dad is home! Things aren't as scary as the Brain Raccoons tried to convince me of!