I arrived at the rehab center after dinner was over. I brought Mom a piece of pie. She was pleased, but only ate half of it. I guess they’re feeding her pretty well there.
I said, “Let’s go back to your room and chat a little bit.”
She said, “I’ll follow you.”
I laughed. “No, I’ll be pushing – I’ll be following you!”
Then a nearby aide told me that she’s been “walking” her chair around the hallways, building up her leg strength. Mom confirmed this, and also that she’d walked a little ways that afternoon with her walker.
I’ve been thinking they’d release her next week, but she may be home much sooner than that!
(I tried to embed a short video, but I either don’t have the skills or the proper permissions. Here’s the link.)