Weighty matters

I've spent most of my life trying to lose weight, and now I find myself in the position of trying to help someone GAIN weight! What irony!

When Dave left the hospital, he weighed a "whopping" 126 lbs. Two days later he was down to 124. Not good figures when you consider that the man is very close to 6 feet tall and that a "normal" weight for a man of that height is 155-160. So we're not trying to get that muscle back!

He's eating an average of 5-6 times per day, including his snacks. We're doing our very best to make sure that he gets plenty of protein and calcium to rebuild muscle and bone density lost during his illness. He's rather enjoying it, you all know how Dave loves to eat!

On another note, his incisions seem to be doing well. The big one is starting to close somewhat. We'll be seeing his doctor tomorrow afternoon so we can give you more updates after that.

My mom and dad arrived from Florida today. As usual, they were bearing gifts. Lots of peanut butter (good for the reversed dieter in the family) and a few other little things that were greatly appreciated. They both look great, but Dad looks particularly tired. Maybe a few days off the road will bring back his usual "sunny" disposition! :-p