Dad has been doing well. Yesterday he was much more alert and while weak, was able to walk the lenght of the rehab facility a couple of times.
I had been told he would be there about another 10 days, but he seems to think he can come home sooner. They want to keep him for observation of his heart condition, but he wants out, and I can’t blame him, but I’d rather he stay there where he can be exercised daily and his heart rate checked constantly.
If dad was a cat, he’d have used up 5 of his 9 lives by now. It seems he has another life threatening crisis every couple of years since 2001.
Dad’s roomie is a psycho nutcase. He is a right wing idiot who loves Sarah Palin and claims he “taught John McCain morse code”, even though I think he’s too young to have done so. He is annoyingly loud, and keeps butting in to conversations between Dad and I. Furthermore, he took it upon himself to “advocate” for Dad and bragged how he got one of the nursing assistances upset because he went to her and told her that Dad “hated” her because she wasn’t performing fast enough. He was laughing at this. I told the staff about this and wanted to make sure they knew that he didn’t speak for my father.
So it’s just been me and Norman for a couple of weeks, and this is about to come to an end.
