This morning I brought Dad some fresh-squeezed orange juice (strained because he's only supposed to drink thin liquids) and some coffee with half-and-half, and a little bit of organic blackberry applesauce with cinnamon. Who needs the cafeteria? He said that it was another long hard night of little sleep, though it was helped immeasurably by Kathy being at his side again through the night. She left about an hour before I got there. After the juice and coffee, he decided that he was ready for a walk. He got himself out of bed, then used the walker to go out of his hospital room and down the hall about thirty feet, then back to the room, and back into bed, all without any help. His mood is good, although we're a little confused at this point about exactly what the program is. The discharge nurse hasn't called me back since we talked yesterday at noon. I think he's ready to leave the hospital, but I don't want to push it until I'm certain there's a bed available in my first-choice rehab facility. One doctor thinks he could come home with me, but he still needs regular nursing care, and my house has a lot of stairs. So I think a little more convalescing would help before we consider moving him here. I don't have any bars in my bathrooms or other aids.
We have good talks each morning, between 6:30AM and 8:30AM, when I leave to go work. Progress, progress, progress.
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