Jerry and I went to see Mom and Dad today around noon. We got there a little after 12:00 and they didn't get their food until 12:40! I got very aggravated and asked what the problem was and it wasn't long before they had their food! I'm sure they had been sitting there since at least 11:45. On my way there, Nikki called and said that Dad had diarhea(sp?) and that they were giving him some over-the-counter medicine for that. She also said that Mother had been "combative" with the aids this morning and had somehow ended up with a tear on her hand that she thought looked like it had been done with a fingernail. She didn't know if Mother had done it or one of the aids, but she had doctored and bandaged it. Mother's skin is so fragile that it doesn't take much to "tear" it. Anyway, when we got there Mother was sound asleep at the table in her wheelchair. Dad seemed okay and knew who Jerry and I both were. He kept trying to wake Mother up to talk to us, but she didn't. When they finally got their food she woke up and began to eat. I don't think she ever realized that we were there. Dad said something about that he had flown to St. Louis and a few other off-the-wall things, but all in all he seemed okay. I just think that he is SO thin! That worries me! Anyway, not a bad visit, but not especially good either! love you, pat