Sarcastic but it isn't sarcastic, because on one level it really IS great. Dad, before the hospital, drove one of two cars: a '78 Impala and an '82 (or so) Crown Victoria, mainly the latter. The engine on the Ford died when it was only a few years old, so he's been driving it with a (terribly) rebuilt engine for decades now. My sister Anne has been offering for many years to buy him a new, reliable car. The other day, he finally said that he thought he would accept the offer. Yaaay... ish.
Problem is of course that he should. not. be. driving. Even Margaret, who is also his age, feels this way. (Probably especially Margaret, since she would be the one riding with him.) She says he can't turn his head, which indeed would uh, impinge unfavorably on driving. Also, the main thing he would want to drive to and from would be dialysis, which I think would be ill-advised at best. I'd much, much, much rather hire somebody to drive him, especially to dialysis.
In the short term, Anne will be coming down for Thanksgiving, so we can discuss it then. And I will ask the physical and occupational therapists to check on his neck mobility. But compared to a few months ago, it's truly awesome that such questions are even coming up.
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