Today, Dad moved to the hotel and continues to feel better and better each day. He's definitely a step closer to coming home!
Today, Dad moved to the hotel and continues to feel better and better each day. He's definitely a step closer to coming home!
Sorry sorry! I didn't realize how many of you were reading this! But having been stopped in the street many times today, obviously a number of people are! Dad's doing well. The nurses and doctors have nothing but good reports.
He's had two really good nights with Denise - his cute, blond, twenty-something nurse. How could you go wrong really when you've got one of those?! Every day he's walking a little more and has been working with the therapist to learn to stand up and sit down without using his arms, go up stairs and things like that that will help him and, most especially, Mom in the short term.
It's likely that he'll be in the hospital for a few more days before moving to the hotel. He has to stay in Baltimore for a week after leaving the hospital before coming home. Aidan and I will be going up to provide bedside entertainment when Dad moves to the hotel.
When we left yesterday, I was feeling pretty bummed that they hadn't gotten Dad up and out of bed at all. But at 10PM when we called for an update, Karen, his nurse, said very nonchalantly that they had walked down the hall and back. I was totally floored and had to ask for clarification because the distance that I understood at first seemed totally unrealistic. However, sure enough he walked to the main entrance of the ward and back; about a 200-foot walk. That's totally cool!!
Right now he is off the blood pressure medication and off the pacer and his pressure is still nice and high. If today is a good day, they are hoping that there will be a bed available on a regular ward for him to move to. Fingers crossed, as beds on a regular ward are hard to come by on a Sunday.
I twittered yesterday's quote of the day, but it probably makes more sense in context.
Mom was telling Dad about a person who works at Northrock and Dad asked which Northrock she was talking about. Mom replied "The telecommunications company. Did you think I might be talking about the rock offshore?"
"Well there is a restaurant called Northrock" Dad fired back. Then he said, "Gee, I didn't realize you two girls were so stupid."
What a cheek!! I guess he figures he might as well get in all the smart comments he can while we can't slug him.
Dad's awake and saucy as ever. He doesn't feel too much pain. He needs to breathe deeply and is doing that all the time. They've sat him up and is popping pills already. They will be getting him on his feet today. Roll on!
When we first arrived, Matt, his nurse, started a conversation asking him whether he knew where he was etc., so we chimed right in and asked what his birth date was and whether he remembered the saga from before his operation - which he did. Well, from then on, he thought we were testing him, so everything we told him, he said "You already told me that. You testing me?". A bit confused, but that's normal.
Anyway, Matt says that he's doing really well. Time to head back in to the room.