Progress Is Slow

There was a new host of challenges associated with checking out of rehab and moving into my house. First and foremost, the rehab facility didn't send in his prescriptions to the pharmacy, and late Wednesday I realized we had no medications. That started a round of phone calls. By last Thursday I finally had the prescriptions called in and got them filled. Next up: getting hooked up with home health care, the folks who will come by and do physical therapy with Dad. Then there were all the things associated with establishing a routine: getting Dad up to speed on how to use the phone, the computer, the television, learning where the light switches and the bathroom are, and getting stocked with things for him to eat. He needed flex straws to drink over the neck brace, and a back-lit watch to help him keep oriented towards time, and an electric blanket, etc. etc. I'm trying to get him involved in things: he called the NTSB today. But he tires very, very quickly. So we're taking only small steps right now.