Yesterday afternoon, Ted was moved from the MVH trauma unit to the MVH rehab unit. They consider that a discharge from the hospital. The rehab unit is considered a separate facility although it is on the same floor and there is no separation... go figure.....He is out of his hospital gown and wearing his own clothes.
For those of you who know us, it is not surprising that I blew up at him yesterday when he was watching TV and not responding to me when I visited. I threatened to take the TV away, and he then started looking at me and giving me appropriate nods to my questions. I know that he can't talk yet, but he can certainly pretend to be attentive. I told him that if he ignored the therapists and didn't do what they asked him to do , that he was never coming home and he would stay in a nursing home forever. That got some attention!
I am anxious to hear how his first day of rehab went...... Keep those prayers going......include me as well..... After 27 days of going to and from the hospital and trying to keep the rest of my life on tract, it is wearing on me..... just ask the kids! In all seriousness, thank you for being there, thinking of us, and praying for us...... Here's to a better year! Fondly, Anne
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