successful day

Breakfast in bed, higher "throne" on the toilet, TV, nap, lunch in bed, nap. 
Made a few phone calls and emails and found a bedside potty chair.  The sweet couple from church who brings food almost every week, Ruby and Walter, had an unused chair and brought it over, along with their dog, Bailey.  Bailey is a shi'tsu and well behaved.  She hopped right up on the bed with John and gave lots of love.   John was resting before Gail came over with her dog, Scooter.
Scooter is a border collie and likes sitting on the couch with us.  [John got up for their visit.] While Gail was here, Sharon and Marshall came, as did Betsy.  Betsy brought a shower head.  We tried it out and it doesn't leak.  We'll use it instead of the one the nurse brought, but I'll keep hers as a back-up. 
Sharon and Marshall changed the shower curtain and I cut the old one to put under a rug under the  potty chair.  We're figuring it out as we go.
They brought John Whataburger and he ate one and saved one for dinner. 
John christened the potty chair and can get on it with one step.  He's even amazed at his decline.

What day is it really?  John stayed confused today for some reason.  He asked Sharon what day it was and couldn't believe it was Saturday.  It didn't help that Andy Griffith came on in the evening, then NCIS, then 48 Hours Mystery; all shows that come on NOT on Saturday.  He stayed up until 10 p.m. feeling good. 
I washed his legs and feet with warm water and rubbed them down with lotion this morning.  It felt great to him and relaxed him.  I did it again when he got in the bed tonight.  He could hardly hold his eyes open.  Trying to head off the leg jerk/spasms he had last night.  I can hear him snoring and he didn't take a P.M. yet. 

Found out from Ruby and Walter that if you call HPD and tell them someone has fallen and you can't get them up, they'll send an officer to help.  Good to know, especially if it happens late at night. 

Today has been a good day.