Bill, Saturday August 3

Bill had two sessions sitting up in the chair, and his neck strength seems to be fully back to normal.

Occupational therapy (OT) said she thought there was more tone in his left arm (the weak side).

When his sister visited, he was able to whisper "Bye, Brooke" when she left. Later he was able to do the same for his grandma. Oh, and Brooke read a Dr. Seuss book to him, "Did I Ever Tell You How Lucky You Are?"

I toured another skilled nursing facility. ("I" = Julie, Bill's mom.)  It seemed much better than the site which fell through yesterday. Even though it's part of the same parent company, today's site had more active patients: moving around in, talking with other patients or with me. And the nurse, Loni, said even though they have visiting hours, family isn't really kicked out. The nursing director, Brenda, has been there over three years, and with the company much longer (it was either 8 or 18 years).

When I returned to the hospital, Ayn said OT was advocating for a direct discharge to inpatient rehabilitation, skipping skilled nursing completely. So I left a voice mail for the Kerri, the hospital's rehab navigator -- but I assume she's off for the weekend -- asking to get RIO here for an evaluation.

Tomorrow being Sunday, we don't expect much to happen.

But we'll just keep blogging along.

"Blogging along the open road,
Blogging along under a sky that's clear, 
Blogging along the open road,
All in the fall -- oh wait, it's summer - in the summer of the year...."  Just a little rummy here, folks.