So, on the ride from the bus drop-off to the house, I asked my Dad how things were going. Then my asking turned into an interrogation of sorts. Alas, after some of the answers he gave me, it looks like I'm going to have to talk to the nurse in the morning to make sure BOTH my parents are properly following the dietary guidelines for their current conditions and medications.
*It looks like I'll be eating a lot of salad greens, kale and spinach over the next couple of days, or, at the very least, making sure neither of my parents have any of that stuff. I think DR Ginny knows what I'm talking about out. If my mother says, "Well, I'll just have a little salad.."... OY! OY! OY! OY! OY!