So we had our Care Plan meeting at the rehab today. My dad got good and mad the other day and has been up and dressed every day since then. I think it was all mental for him. If he hadn’t gotten mad, he might still be laying in bed all day.
Tomorrow us his home evaluation. Let’s hope it goes well. And hopefully home by Friday. I can’t be there tomorrow though so I hope my sister is vocal enough to make sure he really is ready.
I hate being the parent. Hate feeling like I’m the bad guy. I raised my daughter and thought I was done with all of that. But now I feel like I’m doing it all over again.
But tonight I’m thankful for his progress. Fingers crossed his excursion out for lunch and then his home evaluation goes well.