Friday, Dad asked the physical therapist if he could try walking with a cane. She (or he) assented, so he did. He walked up and down the physical therapy room (or gym, if you prefer) three or four times. This doesn't sound like much, but it really is quite a long room. He was quite proud, and also well-pleased, because he doesn't like using the walker, which he almost has to lift up to push. A cane is a lot more workable.
In general, he says he still feels like he's going to fall sometimes when he's walking, but not as often as previously. I'm ready to go ahead and take that as a positive sign!
He's somewhat worried that they will try to put him out before Margaret is rehabbed from her hip replacement and ready for him to move in. I think that considering how much muscle mass he lost, he could do well just to stay the whole 100 days and just work out daily in the gym. Heck, he still can't really stand up by himself, nor carry out major and popular bodily functions. He figures he qualifies for home health care; I think so, too.
Margaret says that Dad said that since he can walk, he ought to be able to drive, too, right? We were both too polite to point out that he couldn't drive before but did it anyway.:)
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