Primo informs me that his dad has a c-dif infection, which you get from taking a ton of antibiotics, which you take because you have a UTI, which you get because you will not drink water, even if your son begs you.
"I will have to suit up to see him," Primo said.
"Should we still go on our vacation?" he asks. "My dad says he is ruining our summer."
"He is," I answered.
"I have already decided that if he dies soon, the funeral won't be until September." (It is now July.)
"I guess there is no reason to rush it," I said. "And yes, we should go on vacation. I don't think I should have to miss my vacation just because your father has diarrhea. Someone else can take care of him."
"But what if they don't do it right?"
"What can they do wrong? It's not like you're going to heal him with your magic wand. He won't heal faster if you are standing over him."
"Maybe," he answers. "Maybe I should talk to that lady about getting a private CNA or companion."
"I had her email the information to you," I say. "It's $20 an hour. Your dad can afford it."