2/20/09 -- Friday Night Stories

Today was another somewhat mixed bag.  The low point was the second transportation snafu in as many days, which resulted in Dad having to wait two hours for a ride back to the rehab hospital following a test, and consequently missing a portion of his scheduled rehab.  (Anne, Matt and I have all had increasingly pointed conversations with the hospital, and hopefully this will not happen again.) 

On the positive side, when Matt, Austin, Mom and I visited Dad last evening,  he was awake, alert, and in a talkative mood.  His voice in increasingly strong and clear.  After jokingly noting that the therapists "seem to take a perverse pleasure in tiring me out" he again began to tell stories, this time for well over an hour.  The subjects ranged from his days at prep school with his brother Sam, to his time in Korea, to techniques for catching live bass bait, to his favorite late night snacks when he attended U. Va.

As to how Dad's physical rehab is progressing, I haven't had the opportunity to speak with any of his therapists for the last few days, so I don't have much to report.  We should get an update on Monday when his treatment teams holds its weekly meeting.