I'm back from my six hour stint at the hospital. When I got there, my dad was sitting up and I learned that he had decided to sit up most of the day. He is walking rather steadily now, and he came though his morning bit of physical therapy with flying colors. There's a rumor, to be confirmed in the morning, that he will be released tomorrow.
Now, if we can get Lady M in line! My dad was in a talkative mood today, and he and I had about 90 minutes of private time to talk about cabbages and kings, his plans, and his hopes. His humor is coming back, and they began a new round of Zoloft this afternoon to fight his depression. "I need that!" he said when the nurse told him what it was for.
I did ask him to tell me his account of events that involve Lady M's claims that she had to strap him into a a chair after he fell after throwing up on her. She conveniently had a set of bungee cords lying around the breakfast table. He concedes to the nausea but insists he neither fell nor was strapped into anything.
