Lift that leg!

Lift that leg!

Now stretch it out!

Dad fell twice this week. The first time his neighbor across the way saw him and pushed a call button, alerting the nursing staff. The second time, I don't know. His bed was already rigged so if he got up they knew about it. I didn't make it to Stillwater until 6 pm that night and when I showed up I noticed the travelling blood pressure/whatever else it does machine, sitting in his room. Then the CRNA came in and notified Dad they had just called his wife about the fall. This time he had hit his head. Now he was going to be under a neurological watch for the next 36 hours. For the first four hours someone comes in every 15 minutes to check his vitals, his eyes, the strength in his good arm. It decreases in increments after that, etc etc. What can I say? I could describe this feeling or that feeling, but in the end whatever you would be feeling given this information is how I felt at one point or the other. He was ok, slightly embarrassed, but ok and so I was ok. What more could you ask for?

"Why do we fall? So we can learn to pick ourselves up again." - Batman Begins. Allow me to be cliched for a moment, but there's no need to save the world in a day. I post these photos, because despite what happened this week, the reality is Dad will walk. Maintaining balance will be a challenge, but there is no doubt it will happen.