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today was a good day. I went to occupational and physical therapy with Dad. I helped!
as I said to his OT, way better than sitting by his bed and knitting. My job was to get him to look up at me, and he did. He handed an object to me with his weak hand. He walked to me (with two people supporting him) three times. I held up fingers and he told me how many. He answered all sorts of questions correctly and quickly.
...it's kind of killing me that this is fun and exciting and I'm going to leave on Friday. then again, if he slides back again tomorrow it's going to feel even more rotten.
The rehab hospital is part of the same complex as where Dad got his surgeries, but used to be an independent organization: a teaching hospital for Jewish physicians and nurses. Today I found a lovely history exhibit lining a main hallway and hope to get time to read all of the displays.
So yeah, I think i'm going to work on Pacific time this week so that I can attend Dad's therapy sessions.
as I said to his OT, way better than sitting by his bed and knitting. My job was to get him to look up at me, and he did. He handed an object to me with his weak hand. He walked to me (with two people supporting him) three times. I held up fingers and he told me how many. He answered all sorts of questions correctly and quickly.
...it's kind of killing me that this is fun and exciting and I'm going to leave on Friday. then again, if he slides back again tomorrow it's going to feel even more rotten.
The rehab hospital is part of the same complex as where Dad got his surgeries, but used to be an independent organization: a teaching hospital for Jewish physicians and nurses. Today I found a lovely history exhibit lining a main hallway and hope to get time to read all of the displays.
So yeah, I think i'm going to work on Pacific time this week so that I can attend Dad's therapy sessions.
