Two steps forward

    Two steps forward and one step back is still progress. (Also, not a Paula Abdul/ MC Skat Kat reference.) Dad had difficulties yesterday, as his blood pressure was too high in the morning for physical therapy. They gave him medication three different times (two different medications) to bring it down. I have raved in the past and will rave in the future that I'd strongly prefer it if American medicine would investigate causes rather than just issue a pill for every problem. However, in this instance, the medications did eventually at least partially lower his blood pressure.
    So we were present for an attempt at physical therapy. Unfortunately, that didn't go so well. He could only stand up and uh, lost control of bodily functions. So no physical therapy went on yesterday. They probably should have thought that through a little better.
    However, brother Malcolm Jr., who has spent far more time with Dad than the rest of us, says he's doing much, much better. Talking better, thinking more clearly, eating for himself and pulling himself up in the bed when he needs to. So progress is happening, if a little slower than we might wish. And he's moving to the rehab floor at Baptist today, as he wishes. He doesn't have to move to HealthSouth. Yay! (He doesn't have anything against HealthSouth; it's just that Margaret rehabbed at Baptist after her hip replacement and the rehab went well. We will hope for the same.)