Why I am not a nurse...

Nurse Stacey? I think not.

Saturday afternoon, Dad asked me to bring him something to rinse his mouth out. I did.

Dad: [making a pained face) That is the worst water I've ever tasted.

Me: That's because it's mouthwash.

In my defense I did tell him it was mouthwash, but I guess he didn't hear me.

Update
Dad seems better today, stronger.   It's a relief because I was wondering if he was going to go in the wrong direction.  He had a comparatively phenomenal day the first day following his life-saving procedure (Thursday), but then he just sort of plateaued -- not able to eat, speak clearly, or even drink much, he just seemed to have stalled. But they don't like to keep folks in ICU.  Friday night they moved him from ICU to Acute care (one step less critical) at midnight, and the three petite nurses really struggled to get him into his new bed. The move, and the very awkward transfer into the new bed, left him exhausted and I was worried when I saw him Saturday am. Fortunately, after 10 hours sleep and some food, he is more himself, and close to where he was on Thursday.