Last night Slavica sent me to sleep at 2:00. Perhaps I'm a bit less useless at home.
Dad's not even capable of drinking that tea through a straw. He stopped defecating two or three days ago, and now only occasionally pees, perhaps twice a day. She swears that his urine is clean - she knows, she changed diapers on dozens of old and dying people - and if we took it to any lab they wouldn't find any bacteria. That kidney cancer diagnose he got eight years ago was perhaps correct, but if dr Hammer is right, dad now has reinforced kidneys.
She's dripping the water into his mouth from a piece of gauze. I bought another pack of adult diapers, pantlike, because he has long ago learned how to undo the regular adult diapers.
Her estimate is that he may die within a few hours, but she said that a dozen times already. My regular response is that all bets were off on friday, and none are accepted anymore. At times it looks as if his breathing is getting shallower by the minute, but then he falls asleep, the breathing resumes a more regular rhythm and he recovers to the state as of at the previous hour.