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Hey everyone.I went to see Albert today.He was sitting in the gerry chair with his eyes barely open.The CNA said he had just gotten him in the chair and Albert had been talkibg.I tried several times to get Albert to react to me,but he just stared at the floor.His face was really pale and his fingernails were turning blue.I grabbed the first nurse I saw and told her to check him.She couldn't get an oxygen reading,so she put him on oxygen.There were three nurses in his room now.One was trying to warm his hands with a hot towel while the others kept talking to him.After a few minutes he started responding slowly.I asked if I needed to call the family,the head nurse said she would call Ricky so I called Mike.Mike took off from work and came over there.Ricky never showed up which means Freda couldn't be there.Of course that's assuming she wanted to be there. I don't know if this means it's getting near the end or what.I never thought I'd feel this sense of loss for Albert.We didn't get along very well when I first married Mike.I guess Father Time has tought me a lesson or two.Hugs, Gina |
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