In a few short days, Mr. Ginley will be making another move, this time to a skilled care facility.
The bad news is that he won't be getting the same aggressive level of physical therapy, occupational therapy, and speech therapy he's enjoyed at Parma Hospital's Acute Care Unit. Also, we will both miss the crew that has taken care of him during his stay. I have learned so much from them, and they've been so kind and patient (but firm) with Mr. Ginley. He tells each of them, "you're the boss." (Although Lisa is the only one to have earned the title of "Coach.") I cannot recommend this team highly enough.
I think they will miss him, too. Who else will throw out musical references from the 70's and 80's? He was talking about Little Feat. He was singing along a little too loudly to Dave Edmunds on his ipod. And he coached himself by singing "Hold Your Head Up" by Argent, at which point he tried to explain about the song and got a lot of blank looks from the youngsters. But that's okay. That's what YouTube is for, right?
But I digress.
In the meantime, Mr. has made progress. He's able to sit up for longer periods with little or no assistance. He can use the board instead of the Hoyer device to get in and out of bed. His speech has improved quite a bit, and his diet has expanded. (Although he consistently orders the mac and cheese for lunch and dinner.) The catheter came out this week, which was a big plus.
We continue to hope the brain will start communicating with the left side of his body again. In the meantime, he's learning how to adapt as much as possible. He's getting better at steering the wheelchair with his good foot. He can bridge his back to help with getting dressed. And he practiced folding clothes one-handed.
He left it to me to decide about shaving. I voted yea, and off came the whiskers. I think it's an improvement, but I'll leave it to my readers to chime in.
In the meantime, we'll be ready to move to the new digs on Wednesday.
Doing our best to take one day at a time.
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