Sigh...so last night we visited the ER for the bazillionth time. I guess I should start off by saying that Dad is fine, but late yesterday evening he began complaining of chest pain. He didn't have any of the classic heart attack symptoms, but given his recent history (and the fact that when I asked him where his pain was on a 1-10 pain scale he answered "scary") we were not about to take any chances.
After nearly four hours and a nice, morphine-induced nap for Dad, we were able to take him home with a diagnosis of a pulled muscle in the wall of his chest. The day before yesterday, we met with Dad's outpatient physical therapist and he tried to do too much for her. :(
On the plus side, after we got home Dad had the second of two eight-hour sleeping nights. Yay!
In spite of the trip to the ER, yesterday was a great day. Dad has been wondering for awhile now if he would be able to get into his truck (you know how he loves his truck!). He hasn't been in it since the day he broke his arm and crawled back inside to drive himself home. So I packed a lunch for us and we went outside to see if he could do it. With no trouble at all he popped right in. We had sandwiches and listened to sports talk radio and drove and drove and drove.
And today's been great, too. Even though he still has quite a bit of pain from the pulled muscle, Dad went to his first real outpatient PT session. They really worked him out, but Dad was able to walk 250 feet, go up and down a flight of stairs, peddle on a recumbent bike for 10 minutes, AND work on balance issues!
OH, and Dad woke up today and told me, "I think I can see better." We've been testing that out and I really do think every so often he has a jump in his vision. He truly does get just a little bit better every day.
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Awful about the pulled muscle, but wonderful news in general...it seems like your dad is getting better and better (although of course he's pushing himself too hard). Thank you for keeping people updated. I know it takes time in the midst of so many things, but it's deeply appreciated. I could picture you and your dad driving and driving in the truck, sandwiches at hand. :-)
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