Football!

    Dad had a very good day yesterday. Apparently, all he needs is football on TV. He was very alert during our entire visit. At 4, the physical therapist showed up, wanting an hour. He was horrified, as the Gamecocks game started at 4:30. However, she assured him that we could change the channel in the gym, so then he was reasonably enthusiastic.
    She had never worked with him before, so she gave him a pretty easy time. But he walked farther than he had previously, and she had a lot of good ideas for increasing his range of movement (without, all importantly, preventing him from watching the game). We had to leave before he was done, but it seemed like a pretty good workout.
    The only fly in the ointment (there's always one, isn't there?) was that his blood sugar was very high. They gave him insulin and when it was still high the next time they checked, they gave him more even though it was coming down. Probably standard operating procedure; I just wasn't absolutely sure that they knew that he'd previously been given it.