This last Friday after I brought Joe home from dialysis, I got him in the house and fixed him a late lunch/early dinner. About an hour and a half later when I returned home, I found Joe sleeping in the bed. However, on the dining room table I found the loaf of bread left open, a package of lunchmeat left out and a jar of nacho cheese sauce and peanut shells. This is another example of where Joe is no longer understanding what he is doing.
Then that night while climbing into the bed, Joe lost his balance and fell to the floor and insisted that he get himself up. He eventually did.
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