Seems a bit better after a long nap

Is it wrong that I'm starting to keep track of the things he says that make me laugh, but really not him? Tonight as he was being helped from the bathroom to his chair to eat dinner, the nursing assistant who was holding on tightly to one side was the target of one of his questions that just made me laugh:

"Geez. Did you work on a ranch?"

And then, as he was sitting eating, he showed me the right hand where he still has an IV port in and said (recalling a somewhat traumatic and painful removal of an IV yesterday):

"Whoever takes that out, I'm gonna hate 'em." Just as deadpan as he could say it. Mom and I split.

He's still hallucinating a bit - mostly due to the fact that he's not opening his eyes much at all in addition to all of the swelling he has from the surgery (on top of pre-surgery swelling), so when he does open them, the light causes a brief period of disorientation. Just now he said as Mom was helping kind of arrange his food so he could take some bites without causing too much pain on his jaw, and he opened up his eyes briefly:

"I was thinking my buddy was back; my sandwich was moving."

He has pressurized leg boots on that keep pressure and blood flow to prevent clots, and it really does feel like someone wraps hands around your ankle, and then moves up towards your knee. For two nights now, Dad has thought it was some guy under the bed. He now refers to "him" as his buddy.

He's still extremely weak on his left side (leg in particular), and still requires two nurses to help him get around. He will get evaluated for rehab, and may get discharged from the hospital and into an inpatient rehab for a while. He's doing better, but still confused and so weak on his left side that he really can't stand on his own. We will look into facilities in Omaha, and work with a social worker on Monday morning to start coordinating the care. Not sure yet when he will get out, but he does seem to get a little better.

Mom and I may try to escape for a movie tonight - but the pace at which dinner is taking Dad, not sure we'll make it. Patience with the patient. That's the motto for the day.