As Dad wraps up his first 24hrs on the highest dose of steroids, he seems to be slightly better. PT was in this morning to get him up to the chair, and they commented that he seemed a bit stronger, and he ate breakfast under his own power. Eyes are still closed most of the time, but is a bit more alert. He should (hopefully!) become a bit more alert and a bit stronger, allowing him to do more PT and start building back muscles he's lost. Really no strength at all to speak of, so he has a long road of recovery ahead.
Dad is on the list of patients to be moved out to the floor today (6 South), which is a good sign. Not sure if we'll hear from the Mayo Clinic this afternoon, but the scans should arrive at the front desk of our Neurologist around lunchtime.
Grandma is on her way back up to Omaha to stay for a few days - we always love to have her around. And the Merry Maids are coming tomorrow to do a deep clean of the entire house. We're hoping that clean baseboards and mopped floors will brighten things up around here and allow us to stop saying, "We really should clean the house today." Who says money can't buy happiness? I'm beyond thrilled someone else is cleaning the house. :)
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
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