Today we heard from the staff that dad was "perky." That's right. Perky. Never thought I would hear that word used to describe my dad. Unedited. Intelligent. Introspective. Curious. Humorous. Willful. These describe my dad. I think it's very amusing and sweet to hear someone call him perky. Guess he likes them.
Our motto continues to be 'little by little, bit by bit.' Dr. Neuro-Psychologist says that they will put off some of the testing I was talking so much about in previous posts. She says he still needs to shake off some of this post-seizure fog he's in. But otherwise, the therapy regimen is in place and seems to be going well. Mom says it really tires him out and by the afternoon he's pretty much done talking, which he's not really doing too much of anyway. I have continued to talk to him on the phone, comprised mostly of Ava hollering in the background, which I'm sure is the greatest therapy of all. :)
Yesterday he had a visit from his grandson-by-osmosis, Jacobus, which I'm sure he really enjoyed. I think if he was up to talking more he would have made it into some sort of learning experience for Jac, something along the lines of "count the staples in my head," or some similar version that he made me do after his first surgery 20 years ago. (Alas, no staples this time and he's actually healing up quite nicely and quickly in that department.) All kidding aside, thank you Laura and Jacobus for visiting with dad and taking good care of mom. We love you.
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