On Monday I was for a check-up at my eye doctor, and after that I decided to visit Dad in the clinic. But when I arrived he wasn’t in his room and the nurse told me, that they had to bring him to the intensive care unit. There he was laying, with all that cables to get him monitored permanently, Mom was sitting by his side and he could hardly speak; I guess he even didn’t recognized most of it cause his fever was still very high.

Well, thanks God, he is feeling a bit better now so they could removed him to the normal station. They also managed to bring his fever down and he can speak again but is still very weak. No wonder, if I see what amount of food he is eating, it’s nearly nothing. I have more in one meal than he is eating in a week, and we feed him. Yesterday at lunch I was there and today Mom, I will be there in the eve to give him the supper. Hopefully he will eat a bit more than he did for lunch, cause Mom told me it wasn’t much again. I will see what happens, cause my eye is getting better, too.