June 2 remains moving day for Dad. Kerry and I were able to have two hours of "family training" at the rehab hospital, which ended up being two hours in his room, first with PT/OT, then with his speech therapist. Getting to see Dad in person for that long was an unexpected surprise. He was using his left hand to eat, a remarkable change from when I'd last seen him, in mid-March, when we were excited over finger wiggles. His speech was easier, and there seemed to be less of the compulsive fidgeting I'd seen in Tulsa. On the other hand, we were told that there has been little progress with his left leg; mobility/independence, even within a home, will be limited. And we played a game of Uno, which prompted mixed feelings. While it was good to see him participate in the game, it highlighted, in a very personal and specific way, how his brain was damaged by the stroke. Dad and I would play cribbage while having a running, unrelated conversation. When the family played hearts, he was always the one counting cards. And now, he needed coaching to play a game of Uno. I am grateful for his rehabilitation to this point, and I trust that recovery will continue, but at the risk of stating the obvious, his condition is very different from three months ago.
Sunday, May 31, 2020
Almost moving day
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Thursday, May 21, 2020
Looking ahead
I've kept planning to provide an update once I've had a chance to talk with Dad, but after last week's flurry of phone activity, I hadn't been able to connect with him. I finally got through. It turns out the ringer had been silenced on his room phone.
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Monday, May 11, 2020
Pa Bell
Out of the blue, I got a call from Dad this morning, on the phone in his room. He's had a room phone in all of his facilities since the stroke, but this is the first time he's used one. We talked for 20-25 minutes. It was a slow conversation, but a long one, and notable that he did it on his own, without assistance.
A: Not sure. I've mentioned it on the phone and in writing. I've not wanted to dwell on it, but a) I want him why no one has come to see him in almost two months, and b) it's kinda hard to talk about our lives without mentioning it. He has expressed no curiosity about it and has never brought it up on his own.
A: Yes, he can understand longer letters. My notes to him have typically been 1 to 1-1/2 pages, and by all accounts he's read and understood them. Typed is probably better than hand-written, unless your handwriting is much better than mine. But I'm just using 12-point font, nothing wildly big. And way back in March, when he started reading The Hobbit, that was an old edition with little print, so I don't think the visual part of reading is a challenge.
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Saturday, May 09, 2020
Moving (again, and not for the last time)
Dad transferred today from skilled nursing to an in-patient rehab hospital. The plan of keeping him in skilled nursing until he started to "plateau" ended up lasting about a week. As the therapy team only meets weekly, that's about as short as it could have run. At in-patient therapy, as in Oklahoma, he'll receive physical, occupational, and speech therapy, at least an hour of each per day. I'm glad for him to continue to receive intensive therapy.
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