For the first time in my life, I slept in a bed that moved and made sounds. It is one of the air-mat tresses that inflates and deflates all night. When I first lay down on it, I thought I was getting light headed from all the activity of the last few days. I am sleeping in the room that Gramps is in here at Mercy Hospital and Rehab. I really got a good night's sleep, but when I woke up, I found out he had not been as comfortable as I. Sometime in the night he had used his little jug and spilled it. He still doesn't understand that he needs to alert someone to his needs. I switched his ring bell this morning to his right side. He has no sight in his left eye, so the bell was on the wrong side.
Right now he is eating his lunch and was enjoying sitting up in his wheel chair eating. They took him down for therapy this morning and gave him a shower, dressed him in his day clothes and brought him back to the room. He will be getting another hour and a half of therapy this afternoon. They are really good here.
The case worker came in and talked with me a while ago, discussing the program and how they will assess the case tomorrow during their meeting of all people involved with him. They evaluate as to how long he will need to be here and what he will need when he gets back to Tennessee. I don't know yet what it is going to cost me to stay here in the room with him.
I went to Bob Evans for breakfast this morning. I will probably have Wendy's or Hardee's for supper this afternoon around 3: 30 or so. I am beginning to really learn the routes around here. A necessity for sure since I don't know how long we will be here.
Three of Gramps' neices sent getwell cards via the hospital internet. They were delivered this morning, printed out on paper.
Well, I gotta get back down to the room. More later. This is Blabbin' Grammy signing off for now. Love to all of you.