Not, mind you, an electrifying one. Dad again had physical therapy (with diaper), this time with me present. This time he stood up twice, the second time taking three steps forward and three back. They had set up his bed in chair position, so they left him sitting up (without diaper) and asked him to stay that way for an hour. He did, then called for the nurse to return him to bed position.
I also finally browbeat room service into adhering to the dietitian's order that Dad get double portions. Admittedly, double portions of crap is still crap, but at least he won't starve. The nurse if there was anything he wanted and he said "to get out of here." I like that feistiness.
Meanwhile, Margaret had had a setback the previous evening in the form of a lot of pain and a very dizzy reaction to the painkiller. But by yesterday she was doing much better. She's supposed to be released today. So as I say, not the most exciting day ever, but I'll take it.
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