The Chip Fiend

Yesterday I think dad was getting more and more used to the new place. I (Dale) went in for a couple of minutes after work, but didn't stay for long, because I'm still feeling quite under the weather, and dont want to get Dad sick yet. He was quite adamant about not getting sick too, but he wasn't quite being rude to me about it. That's all right though...I understand what he means when he waves and points and the door ;). But yeah, mom had given him a potato chip to lick so that he can get a little practice at sticking his tongue out, and he's actually getting a lot better at that. Unfortunately, the potato chip is not a part of his allowed diet, and the nurses had come in to give mom and dad crap for this apparently horrible breach of etiquette and procedure. But now dad has remembered how much he likes his snacks, and by the time I came in, he was already jonesing for another taste of those chips. We'd be sitting there, just kinda chatting it up, and noticing that he was pointing at something. It didn't take long to realize that it was the bag of chips that he was going after, and it seemed no amount of telling him no could curb his craving. It was kinda funny to see, and just one more piece of dad that's come back to us now. Hopefully they'll have him munching away on all his favorite snacks before too long, because I think that little taste mom gave him was more of a torture than a treat until he can have more. Anyway, I'll leave this one at that for now, and mom will probably be on here soon to give a more complete update. I just kinda felt like sharing this little story. Later all.