(for those that live in Omaha, I crossed Dodge street, on foot, four times today from the shoulder to the median. I don't recommend it.)I had big plans to write up a summary of the day, but the trip home from the hospital today disrupted those plans with an eight-car pile up on Dodge Street. Long story short, Grandma and I got hit from behind in the VW Beetle (the car and Grandma remain relatively unscathed, but the muscular structure in my back is another story). We'll be okay, I'm just going to have a bit more tame of a Friday night and Saturday than I had planned.
Dad had a good day. He was joking, somewhat sharp-tongued (in a good, sarcastic way), and ravenous in hunger. You know how a puppy will continue to eat a bowl of food even beyond when they're full? That was Dad today.
They're going to keep him in ICU for at least a few more days, and the docs all like his progress. We found out today that the neurologist following him at the hospital (new to Dad's team this week) was a resident under our neurologist at the Mayo Clinic. Nice connection.
Anyway, there were anecdotes, visitors, a story from Father Dan about how Dad has met so many of the parishioners at the church because he'd often wander beyond the main sanctuary and needed someone to guide him back for the service, and even the insurance agents when I was filing a claim today wanted to know how he was doing.
He's still pretty confused, but he's heading in the right direction. Me on the other hand? Well, I may have just bought myself the weekend off despite not asking for it. As my friends Elaine and Jamie might say, "Karma, let's stop the pay-in and let's start seeing the pay-out."
Have a good weekend, and I'll update when I can.
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