If you didn't see Dave's condition you would think I was making things up. He spent five days at the nursing rehab sleeping. I was so angry to see him still in his night clothes at 1:00 pm. The aides and nurses said he refused to get dressed and was combative. OMG. I angrily said, let's get him up NOW...I was more annoyed at the lack of help. Long story later, I managed to get him to therapy where they somehow got him to stand and walk a bit. It was a step, excuse the pun. The next day I had a planning meeting. Funny how Dave was up , dressed and in a wheelchair ready to go. I helped therapy to force Dave to stand and walk. He walked a bit further, still hunched over.
Six days later, Dave is doing very well. It is like a brain button was pushed, maybe by getting him dressed first thing in the morning, but he is now trying to walk and doing better. Instead of crying each day, I am hopeful. The church sermon for Sunday was about giving your troubles to God and let Him handle it. He is saying to you, "I've got this."
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