Sunday, August 17

A quiet day. Right after lunch, Tommy had an hour of physical therapy with yet another part-time weekend therapist, who worked with him on the walking bars and also had him pedal for 15 minutes. Tommy was quite tired, which often happens on the weekends. During the afternoon, he took some ribbing from Holly, one of the nurse's aides, about how all the women love his blue eyes. Then Chuck, one of the other rehab patients, chimed in. "I want your autograph--you're a celebrity," he told Tommy. "Were you a ladies' man when you were younger?" That got a rare laugh out of Tommy.