I went over to his house after my niece's graduation. I didn't know he had been released. I wonder why his bedroom light was on as I walked around his trailer. I opened his back door and his swamp cooler was on. Before it wasn't and it was like 90 degrees in there. I walked in and stood in the hallway and Mr. Traffic walked out of his backroom and we scared the crap out of each other.
Oh, he is in bad shape. He can hardly walk. They didn't give him any pain killers or sleep aids. He looks shriveled. His voice is altered. He couldn't bare to stay in one spot, and it was a constant refrain that I was trapping him by standing next to him. He also talked about wanting to die again, about killing himself. I guess I'm going to have to write his son about that.
I could only stay a little while, it was already 11:30 and I had to get up at 6:30.
He called me today, and I'm going over there tonight after work and go shopping for him. Still sounds horrible. He said that the nurse that's coming by everyday to give him his med's said he wasn't eating enough, so one of the things I will be getting is Ensure. This post will be continued tomorow.
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