Weight Watching

If any one of us gained weight like this, we would be so worried. But Jon started from a point of such deprivation that his body is clinging to every calorie. Two thousand calories a day has great meaning to an emaciated person. He has gained about a pound a day since he left the hospital. This trajectory is probably not sustainable but we will take what we can get.

He got some phone calls from Kaiser people checking in about this and that, and he was not that nice about it, according to his daughter who heard all the conversations. Someone called to go through the meds that he is taking (he said that was not necessary, he knows what he is taking) and someone else called to do an annual wellness check. They should read his chart before making a call like that. I am sure that nurse was surprised at the vehemence of his response. I can imagine her backing away from the phone, checking to see if it was smoking...

Cookie and Paul were in town for work reasons, and they asked if they could come for a visit. We went to see them in their new home in August, so we are relatively caught up. Still, between us there are many children and spouses and grandchildren to report on (well, Cookie and Paul have a lot more in all of those categories than we do). It was nice to see them and hear Paul's big laugh again. They were impressed by the size of the TPN bag. I guess I haven't described it yet, but it is 1560 ml (you do the math) of white liquid -- he gets 1170 of that every day now.  Paul said immediately, you must pee all night. Yep.

Benjamin has been coming over to do chores. Today's task was to set up the hot tub again. This has nothing to do with Jon but everything to do with me and Alissa. The hot tub has been disassembled for about a month while we got a screen porch installed (just as the cool weather arrived) and it is time to re-establish that luxurious routine. Still some glitches to work out but the project is underway. More problems for Benjamin and Jon to solve...

Rebecca asks how long this blog will continue, now that there is barely any news anymore. I was thinking I would write until he got off this TPN bag, and then would just make a plan to turn it into a weekly report instead of a daily. No news is truly good news.


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  1. Laurie LevineOctober 21, 2025 at 7:30 AM

    No news is good news and yet, I like the daily banter. Yay for hot tubs, boo for stupid nurse questions. I go in to get a hang nail removed (not really) and they recite every anti-biotic I have taken since the 1900's "are you still taking bloodletting serums???" Hope today is uneventful!

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