So I was up several times at night trying to figure out if dad was still with us. I don't think I can make it another night so I asked Kurt to come. KR goes surfing and I walk Angel to the condo and back. I do all kinds of cleaning and sorting and dad just lays there and sometimes grunts and sometimes snorts. He does a LOT of Cheyne Stokes breathing, in which he would have a long period of no inhalation, nor exhalation, not quite like holding his breath, just doing nothing, in which you think he won't take another breath, he inhales again. I give him a little morphine, about 1 cc thinking that would ease things. NO CHANGE
They have left over and sandwich.
James comes over and I go for a run first at 12 10,m almost 3 miles, 2.85 at 13 minute mile. VERY SLOW. My right knee hurts.
I then go on my bike and ride to pick up this charger thing from Kiera over on Zakon. I walk back to dad's and James goes home.
I keep coming back and forth to dad and saying that he can let go and go to see Jesus. He pees in the diaper and KR gets him changed.
I ask Kurt to come and he comes about 8 15 and I go home and goes to sleep at 9 12
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