Dad had a difficult time with nausea this evening. Seems that a drainage tube had been shut off, and as a result, his poor stomach had more than it could handle.
When I spoke to Mom around 7 pm, she was exhausted. One of the nurses told her that when Dad was sitting in his chair, she could wheel him to their apt. to visit Josey. But tonight that sounded like an insurmountable task, that would take more energy than she could summon. So she had gone home to go to bed.
This is one of those times when I wish I were closer. I could push Dad to visit Josey . . . maybe someone else can help do that. And maybe Mom will feel stronger tomorrow.