First day at home

I just got off the phone with dad, checking up on how his first day at home was. So far so good... much the same as yesterday in the hospital, only now he's at home and more comfortable. Janell is doing a most excellent job of keeping him alive.

Nobody came from physical therapy today. Tomorrow he's going in for some blood tests, and therapists will be visiting by the end of the week. I didn't get too much into his schedule, which is unfortunate because that's the first thing everybody wants to know.

He's still very dizzy, which is driving him absolutely crazy. Tomorrow he'll probably get his laptop out at some point. He's trying to write things down as he thinks of them, because the thoughts get scattered pretty easily. There wasn't much outside of lounging, eating and napping today. He said if getting a glass of water wasn't such an ordeal, it wouldn't be any different from a vacation. I told him that's why it's called "recovery" instead of "vacation." We got to see the amazingly fast part of his recovery after surgery, but he doesn't remember any of that. As far as he's concerned, it's just a long, slow, boring thing. I told him he's going to have to find some books or new hobbies to keep himself entertained. When I was in a long recovery, I learned how to shuffle cards. I can now shuffle 3 decks of cards at once. I was very bored.

Everybody at the house (except for him) had fallen asleep on various couches at the time I called (just before 10:00), and he was annoyed that now everybody was going to have to wake up to go to bed, and they'd probably wake up too much and be up for half the night. Yup. The dad we all know and love is officially back to reign in his castle.