My Dad is back in intensive care. He was dehydrated, had Anemia, his O2 level was low and he was hemmoraging from his spinal column. That's why he had to defecate every 20 minutes. I didn't know. It seemed like that could be part of recovery. Adjustment to liquid diet. NO, he had to go because he was bleeding inside. I caught hell from the Nurse when she loudly complained that I had missed all the signs. What signs? I didn't know. Never went to Medical School. You are the idiots that dumped an 88 year old man, fresh out of surgury, on his untrained son, with 1 hour notice. "Oh," she slinked away. Things are rolling now. They are doing a perfect job now it seems. Pops has "doubled in size" ( seems like it) ), has his pinkeye looking better and his rashes are dry looking now. So I think his Arrows are pointing up now. Gains are going to be slow. I don't see any fire in his eyes yet. I know he wil better as soon as I hear one of his stories. He is quite the story teller and has lived a colorful life. If he starts to tell one of his storys then I know I will have my only father and best fishing partner on the road back to health.