I’m here at St. Joe’s Hospital in downtown St. Paul. My dad’s been here for a week now, initially to recover from dehydration. He was doing better by the end of last week but had a seizure on Saturday and has not been awake since. They can’t seem to find anything neurologically wrong, so they think he just had a strong reaction to a normal dose of Dylantin.
He finally started coming around a little this morning when I said “You gotta vote tomorrow, Dad” and he mimicked me “vote tomorrow.” I then got him to mimick “Hello Griff” and my mom got him to mimick “Hello sweetie.” But for some reason, she didn’t want to stay longer than an hour, didn’t want to say goodbye to him, and abruptly left. So I’m writing this from a nearby restaurant and will go back to his room after I’ve had a bite to eat. I think I’ve got an idea as to what’s going on with my mother, though. More later.