This morning for PT Parker walked all the way to the human elevators (as opposed to the employee elevators which are closer) unassisted. He asked for only one mg of Dilaudid first, instead of two, and he seemed more balanced. I need to go get his sneakers from his apartment. Ugh. I hate going over there.After his walk we wheeled him to the 8th floor where the rehab center is located so he could have a tour. He loved it because they have real showers. Also because it is in the hospital ... in case of emergency and also because he has made friends here and really hopes to be able to see them once he leaves.
Parker felt the most freedom he has in months today. The tube is out, he is eating real food and not throwing it up (except when he had to take a pill after lunch, which always makes him gag), the catheter might come out today, the TPN will be discontinued (meaning one less attachment), and he is transitioning to oral meds, which is a requirement to be able to go to a rehab facility.
Freedom is the name of my photo above. I thought it was appropriate for how he feels today.
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