Today was a good day. A better day.
Dad was in physical therapy almost the entire day. From 9:30 til 3:30 he was working, talking, exercising, biofeedbacking and kicking his endorphins back into gear — all good. He also got visits from all three of his granddaughters — good, good, good. He was saddled with me from 11 til 5 — comme-ci, comme ca. And he was moved into his own private room — good with a capital “I’m Not Worthy.”
Most importantly of all, he was in good spirits. I tell ya, there is no amount of money you could pay me to voluntarily watch my father feel hopeless. I’m not sure I could get lower than that. Thankfully, I didn’t have to today. Nevermind how much easier it makes my job of, um, cheerleader.
So, without any more elaboration (I seem to be trying to prove that I can sustain myself, my children, my mother and my father with 3 or 4 hours of mediocre sleep — will you please come over here and smack me?) I’ll leave it at that for today.
Thanks everyone for your emails and lovin. Thank you and you and you. And if I appear to have forgotten you, thank you too.