Susan and I arrived about 4 and found Dad stretched out in the darkened room watching a little golf. Looked quite dapper, with his hair combed, his bright blue t-shirt tucked into his khaki shorts. Much the same as when I left him last Thursday afternoon. Only looking and acting a little more like DeeDon.
Not much else to report. The rehab pace slows a little on the weekends. Still a little weakness and hesitation to his movements. A lot of handshake when he holds the telephone to his ear.
Michael Malouf came by. It was good to hear him talk about John as he recovered from his heart surgery a couple of years ago. Dad is used to hearing people talk about how well he is doing with his recovery but he's not inclined to believe them. His expectation of himself is that he should be (and needs to be) a lot stronger in a hurry. It's good for him to hear anecdotal evidence of the quickness of his recovery. I pulled up the picture of him on his first walk two days after surgery. Both Malouf and especially Dad were shocked at his appearance in that photo.
Dinner arrived while we were there. He was shocked that he had ordered the Pot Roast. He didn't eat. Mom and Helen were bringing dinner.
We left and crossed paths with Mom and Helen in the parking lot. Mom bought herself a three-wheeled walker with a basket to carry around her oxygen tank. Wearing it on one shoulder is tearing up her back.
That's it for now!
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