Sunday

I saw Dad about 7:30 tonight and he was napping and watching CSPAN. Charlotte and I robed up and put on our gloves and entered the quarantine zone. We chatted for a while until the nurse came in to give Dad his meds. Now I am no genius but if I am only visiting one room and one patient with no other contacts and have to put on bib and tucker, wouldn't you think that a nurse who is passing out meds to several patients, taking vitals and who knows what else, might need to do the same?

It is our last week in HS and Dad wants to make as much advancement toward the practical everyday types of activities he will need to do when he gets home. His regular PT will be off this week, so on top of that and not knowing whether he can go to the gym due to the infection we are not too sure how much this last week will be worth. Dad says that he plans to take the bull by the horns and map out his intentions in the morning with who ever is in charge of his therapy this week. 

Jamie III will be back in town Tues. evening and part of Wed. and Jamie Ellen (grand) and Eric (grand-in-law) will be in on Wed. to visit for a day or so. 

I will be concentrating on getting the home environment as Dad friendly as possible. I am sure some carpentry and engineering will be involved. I guess institutional barriers are not Dad's only obstacles. If I have to carry him in, I will. I am thinking a bungee sling thing with carabiners in a ceiling mounted track system throughout the house might work. 

We need a miracle...

God is good!