What A Difference A Day Makes

Dad is comfortably situated at All Saints, and everything seems great. Two small complaints:

1. The bed is less comfortable and more manual than the bed in the hospital. You raise and lower it by turning a crank at the foot of the bed, meaning that Dad can't do it himself. At it's harder for him to lower the railings himself.
2. It's very cold there at night. I'll bring him blankets and fleece jackets, etc. tonight to solve that problem.

Other than that, it seems like a perfect facility. There are dozens and dozens of kind and professional people -- introducing themselves, explaining their role, asking Dad about his accident, explaining procedures. What a welcome energy! They let Kathy sleep next to Dad overnight in a reclining chair. A hearty breakfast came promptly at 7:00AM, and I think Dad got a good amount of sleep last night.

They weighed him last night, and he learned that he has lost 35 pounds. His assignment today is to get his bearings and to learn about the program of physical therapy he will need to follow. My worries about the quality of the facility subsided entirely.

My assignments today:

1. Go out at lunchtime and get some supplies for him.
2. Start making arrangements for the next phase (a stay with me).
3. Start making arrangements for the phase after that (the move back home).

Gotta work right now, though.