Dad had physical therapy for the first time this morning. He did really well at almost everything, but there are still a few shortcomings; he still has a little bit of weakness on the left side. Overall, watching him do what the therapist told him to do put a constant smile on my face. I am so proud of his determination! He is really pushing himself and I think that he will surely be jogging within the next week. He won't let a little brain hiccup get in his way.
When asked if he could draw, he laughed. He had to draw a stick figure and a clock for one of the tests and he decided to go the extra mile to draw a girl figure with hair, haha. I guess he just can't get all of the pretty women in his family out of his mind, ;-). I love watching his progress, it is very inspirational.
He probably knows that we are always thinking of him, but I'd like to say that if he reads this blog in the future that his family both immediate and extended wish him all the best in recovery and there is not a moment we aren't thinking about and praying for him. I had a restless night's sleep at home last night because I couldn't stand not being at the hospital on my bed of chairs... kind of funny to think about, but I wanted so bad to see him.
I love you Dad, and I can't wait until you get home and we all get to wait on you hand and foot. It would be my pleasure, :-).
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