Today was not a good day for Dad...and I didn't help. To start, Dad had a follow up appointment and the doctor said no solid food and no sleeping on the left side for a week to two more weeks. Dad wasn't happy because this was his dominant side for both actions. Dad, with this new "diet" isn't happy. In fact, I'm taking it better than he is. I woke him up in the middle of the night one time because he was screaming "Steak, chicky, chicky, chicky, steak!" in his sleep. He cries every time he sees an oreo commercial because he can't bite into chocolate for two weeks at most. Sad. I laughed at him and he said, "So, show me how you deal with your diet?" So, in confidence that he would approve, I went over and showed him I had eaten about two puzzle pieces off his puzzle. I told him I was just playing with it and my instincts got out of hand. Dad was irritated, but said that he understands all too well the delusions of hunger, whatever that means. Oh well, hopefully all will be well in due time. Poor Dad. I couldn't personally cope with eating no meat. I'll keep waking him up as he screams in his sleep; hopefully it will get better...