Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Jack and his friend Danny came for a couple of days to see Tommy, and of course Tommy was delighted to see his old pal. This morning, Jack prepared one of his legendary breakfasts--smoked bacon from the Family Butcher Shop, fried potatoes and onions, eggs over easy, toast--the works. It was a definite departure from the more austere diet that Tommy and I have been following, but what the hey. Jack promised that when he comes back this summer for some fishing, he'll make his pancake and sausage breakfast; if we stay with oatmeal until then, we should be okay for another splurge. Meanwhile, Tommy continues slow and steady progress at outpatient therapy. Yesterday, at the end of his physical-therapy session with Jenna, he walked out to the car for the first time using his walker and with Jenna and aide David at his sides. Big achievement.

Thursday, February 5, 2009

Yesterday Tommy was feeling a little stronger, thank goodness. I took him to see Dr. Raj, who said that he shows no signs of a significant downturn and that it's normal, after his two-day interlude at the hospital, for him to be tired for a few days afterward. My fingers are crossed that this is the case. Lovely morning here--we're socked in with real snow, a rare treat. I couldn't get the sliding door to the dog run open this morning because it was frozen shut. It's sunny and the fluffy snow is being blown in little whirlwinds, a lovely sight. Tommy will resume his outpatient therapy tomorrow (I'm not sure I would have been able to get him there today anyway), so this will be an at-home day. On the menu: homemade applesauce and lentil soup.

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

I got Tommy home and to bed late Saturday night. He will see Dr. Raj tomorrow--the doctor wants to see him before allowing him to resume physical and occupational therapy. That's a good thing, because the hospital visit seems to have sapped him of momentum and strength. I am hoping that's all it is--one step back due to all the rigamarole. Yesterday Tommy's longtime friend and boating buddy Frank came over to visit, and Tommy barely said two words. A rough patch.