Dad was complaining that he only gets a half hour per day each of occupational and physical therapy. This the guy who less than a week earlier was complaining about being roused from bed for physical therapy at all. We were very, very amused, but also much heartened. I appreciate that I keep saying the same things over and over and over again, more even than any reader could. But I really think we're on the right side of a turning point now.
Bad news is that his left arm is still swollen from the wholly unnecessary graft there. I have to think he's going to have to go back to the hospital sooner or later to have it removed again. But at least that will be a pretty quick and easy procedure (at least compared to the one he had on his head).
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