Wednesday morning shift

Took Anthony off at 7:40 (another navigational glitch on the way). Dad doesn't seem any better. He refused to eat any breakfast but at least took his pills and tablets. Now awaiting doctors' round. Spoke to head nurse, a startling Joan Crawford clone with an additional beehive of ice blond (or something very like what it might look like). I'm dying to ask her permission to take her picture. Nurse (oops, sorry, Head Nurse!) Tova is on the blunt side, though very helpful. She suggests we prepare for "various possible options" including that of dad remaining totally care-dependent.