Big success -- Robert just walked a loop around the neuroscience floor with a rolling walker. This is the first time he's walked farther than 15 feet. And he looked so much better! Faster steps, looking up as he walked, commenting on what was around him.
Robert's comment: "That went surprisingly well. Not that there was no pain. I don't want people calling me up and asking me to run errands for them just yet."
Still no word on whether he's moving out today. There is such a strange disconnect between what the staff says and what actually happens, it's almost like Hollywood studio-talk. Apparently when Hollywood people say "This project is definitely a go, the studio head loves it, clear your calendar for the next six months," it actually means "This project is not only dead, if you mention later that I ever liked it I will swear on my grandma's grave you're lying."
Simiilarly, if the staff here says "Robert's almost certainly going to rehab tomorrow," that really means "Robert may go to rehab at some point in the next three days." Or "The hematologists will give you the results of the blood work later this morning," that actually means "Right now, somewhere, someone is doing a test on a vial of blood, and it may be Robert's."
But since he is clearly getting stronger, walking and getting out of bed more easily, eating fine, and mostly acting like his Roberty self, I'm reasonably pleased.
I discovered yesterday that the gift shop here has a really good selection of candy. It's calling to me now. Yesterday I had some Gummi Bears and I thought, "These would make really good earplugs!" You see how I am adapting to the hospital lifestyle.
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