Better today...

So, spent most of the afternoon at the hospital. He is doing better today (I know, just like Dr. Hardy said...). He is still confused, but not nearly as agitated, and we can reason with him a little (only slightly, really) better.

We met with our case worker, Maureen. She is very nice and gave us lots of information on the next steps in the process. We have decided to have him go to a skilled nursing facility where he can get physical therapy, speech therapy (I personally don't think he needs much speech therapy, but I want him to benefit from all he can), and occupational therapy. Our ultimate goal is to get him home and as back to normal as possible. What this new normal actually is has yet to be seen, but we are certainly going to do all we can to make him as happy, comfortable and confident as possible. She doesn't think he will be discharged tomorrow, so maybe Wednesday or even Thursday maybe. I hope to talk to Dr. Hardy tomorrow to get the results of the second MRI, and find out what he thinks of my Dad's case now and what next steps with him are. We unfortunately missed him both times he stopped by my Dad's room today.

I guess Physical Therapy stopped by to get him sitting on the edge of the bed. He kept telling all of us that they wanted him to try and stand in these socks with sticky bottoms and that it wasn't going to work. We all sort of just said, "don't worry, they know what they are doing."

My Mom and I went down to the cafeteria for a drink and a snack, and they had a woman selling purses and wallets. My Mom and I found this beautiful purse, and she offered to buy it for me for my birthday. She says she has not had the chance to shop for my birthday, so could this be my present...Let's see...I get a fabulous purse, I get it a week and a half early, and I take one less worry off my Mom's mind..."Um yah, Dorth, the purse is perfect..."

So we go back upstairs, and she wants to show my Dad what they got me for my birthday, and he says "boy, is that nice...You have a purse and I don't have any shoes..." So, I get to thinking, and I ask the nurse's aid who has been in his room all day if the PT guys put his shoes on...She said "no, there aren't any shoes, just the brace." This sets all sorts of panic in as I look all over the room for his shoes, because he cannot walk without the stability of his shoes. Come to find out, they never brought his stuff up from ICU, and I made a beeline over there to look. Sure enough, they were in the dresser along with his pants, and the picture frame I brought him of the three of us. I have made them put a note in his file, and written in big letters on the dry erase board, "HE MUST HAVE HIS SHOES ON TO WALK!!!"

Bless his heart...He is getting better...Very, very slowly...But I will take ANYTHING I can get.

I am thinking that depending on how tonight and tomorrow goes, maybe he can have a few visitors later this week. I will keep you all posted.

Love to all.