Quiet

    Yesterday was pretty quiet at the nursing home. Dad again slept a lot and talked in his sleep a lot. This, however, was finally a Saturday when the promised physical therapy did occur. He got a different physical therapist but she was excellent, too. He again had little energy and didn't perform all that well, but he at least tried and again walked all the way back to the room. She wanted him to stay up in the chair, but he again demurred, completely exhausted. I tried to enlist her in the anti-Dilantin crusade, but as she is almost certainly a temp (not wearing the color-coded facility scrubs, that'll probably be a hard sell.
    He woke a bit after PT, so he and Margaret were able to spend some quality time together. Also, "From Here To Eternity" was on TCM, which was very cool. Still don't know why everybody sings in that movie BUT Sinatra, but there you are.
    The ambulance service sent a bill. I was told that the facility would take care of all ambulance fees. It was just for $50, the part Medicare wouldn't pay. I'm not likely to make a major stink about it compared to all the important stuff. But I'm not well-pleased.