As per the original plan, today would have been the penultimate day; the discharge had been scheduled for the 2nd. Things have moved rather slowly, however, mainly on account from recovery out of 'ICU Psychosis' and we are likely to be here for another three days.
Daddy is doing well, sleeping reasonably deeply, connecting with everyone and quite determined to make a recovery. But some things are clearly not in his control and, therefore, efforts to make him stand with a walker's support have not been fully successful. He bore far greater weight on his feet today but the exercise was imperfect. He is yet to take the first steps, of course.
Last night, at a quarter to four, he and I had a nice conversation about the period 1960-64, spanning our move from Dharamshala to Shimla and later to Chandigarh, the Indo-Chinese conflict of 1962 and Nehru's death. It was amazing how his mind got stimulated to pick even the smallest details - characteristics of his landlord, a milkman who mixed water in the milk he supplied, my rolling down a slope and getting hurt (I was four years old) and the nicely painted board of my first school, Vidya Mandir. After this little chat, he enjoyed a chilled rasgulla and went back to sleep!
Daddy is doing well, sleeping reasonably deeply, connecting with everyone and quite determined to make a recovery. But some things are clearly not in his control and, therefore, efforts to make him stand with a walker's support have not been fully successful. He bore far greater weight on his feet today but the exercise was imperfect. He is yet to take the first steps, of course.
Last night, at a quarter to four, he and I had a nice conversation about the period 1960-64, spanning our move from Dharamshala to Shimla and later to Chandigarh, the Indo-Chinese conflict of 1962 and Nehru's death. It was amazing how his mind got stimulated to pick even the smallest details - characteristics of his landlord, a milkman who mixed water in the milk he supplied, my rolling down a slope and getting hurt (I was four years old) and the nicely painted board of my first school, Vidya Mandir. After this little chat, he enjoyed a chilled rasgulla and went back to sleep!
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