Dr. Biswas asked Dad this week if he was still doing his physical therapy exercises at home. If he doesn't keep up on his physical therapy at home, eventually his muscles will atrophy. Dad sheepishly said no. For some reason both Mom and Dad need their Doctor's to tell them what I tell them before they will listen and then do. I guess I'm not that authoritative, I don't know.
This morning I mentioned to Dad, since he was cold, that he could do his exercises and it would warm him up. Dr. Biswas keeps asking if Dad can hold anything in his right hand. We tried this with a spoon. After a few humorous attempts, Dad had a better idea. At first he tried to tell me just by pointing to the TV. After a very quick bout of charades I said you need to get up and show me, as the only thing I was finally able to get out of him was that whatever it was, it was in the other room. Away we walked. Once in the living room he pointed to his bookshelf, where I saw two 2 pound weights, sitting on one of the shelves. "Oh ok, you want to use the weights," I said and went to grab one. I handed it to him. He grabbed it with his left hand, so happy he was going to start using this to help build up his strength. As he turned to walk away, he grabbed his cane and said almost triumphantly to me, "Thank you." Then he stopped dead in his tracks and held up the weight. "Shit," he said, realizing how heavy it was. We looked at each other and laughed.
We'll see how it works out.
This morning I mentioned to Dad, since he was cold, that he could do his exercises and it would warm him up. Dr. Biswas keeps asking if Dad can hold anything in his right hand. We tried this with a spoon. After a few humorous attempts, Dad had a better idea. At first he tried to tell me just by pointing to the TV. After a very quick bout of charades I said you need to get up and show me, as the only thing I was finally able to get out of him was that whatever it was, it was in the other room. Away we walked. Once in the living room he pointed to his bookshelf, where I saw two 2 pound weights, sitting on one of the shelves. "Oh ok, you want to use the weights," I said and went to grab one. I handed it to him. He grabbed it with his left hand, so happy he was going to start using this to help build up his strength. As he turned to walk away, he grabbed his cane and said almost triumphantly to me, "Thank you." Then he stopped dead in his tracks and held up the weight. "Shit," he said, realizing how heavy it was. We looked at each other and laughed.
We'll see how it works out.
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