Redjeb was really tired today. In the morning they had him doing a little walking (with much support). That can wipe him out for the day. But it still is progress in its own right. He gets PT in the am, and I think some kind of occupational therapy in the afternoon....though he loves to be wheeled down to the garden. They have this beautiful garden where he can get sun. Remember, all that time 6 weeks plus, I think, he was inside!
His daughter Nicole came later in the day with her little son and her mother in law from Georgia. They are all here for a while and have been coming to spend time with Redjeb. Nicole is a more positive person than I am, I have discovered. She sees all the progress and I see all the scary things. They say pessimists are usually right, but optimists are happier.
I am glad we are splurging for the private room, as we really take up a lot of space, wheelchair and all.
Staff come in with their clipboards and ask lots of questions. Rehab, PT, administrative, building operations, nursing, general medical, dental, ortho. They are very attentive Monday-Friday. Weekends, sick people are supposed to get better for 2 days I guess, as services drop noticeably and so does the number of attentive staff.
No one can figure out why he has no pain or discomfort. Was the same at the hospital after a couple weeks. So they are going to x-ray him a lot to see what looks broken and what doesn't. For all we know he may have healed from a lot of his breaks; he does have strong bones (unlike osteoporosis me).
The scary part for me, as I've said before, is the breathing (lungs) and swallowing, which I still wonder about and which they are going to re-evaluate.
I get nothing done at home and mounds of paper are starting to form, as I need to organize stuff. But each morning I try to make a dent before going over there.
Nite folks.
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