Bill, Monday September 2: Apples and Standing

Eight weeks.

Final eating test: he got to eat apple. No problem. So no more 'soft foods' restriction. Now if he could just get some GOOD food. Bill likes the grilled cheese sandwich, I should say. And for breakfast, plain old Corn Flakes has become a staple.

But wait, you say? What's this about standing? No, he hasn't stood on his own, but they put him in a standing harness (I think it's called). I didn't get to see it myself, shucks! They expected his blood pressure to drop, and it did. So the progress continues! 

Side notes:

* The CNA who was primarily in charge during the Great Slide to the Floor is leaving. She is going to work for the facility where we had the Great Failed Transfer, our nine hour trip to Hades. I know she's not a bad person, and she felt very sorry for what happened, and I kind of wish she wasn't going there.

* Bill's neighbor, with whom a bathroom is shared, has quite the interesting toilet commentaries (we think he doesn't realize how non-soundproof the door is). "Well that's one to show the grandkids." OMG, poor kids are probably in therapy already if they've grown up with that mindset.