Moving in the right direction

All continues to go well; Gilly attended physio, and apologies were made. The staff at the desk and the replacement physiotherapist, Natasha, promised that now that they have the information (instructions to call me with any changes), this sort of thing will not happen again.

Appetite remains good, reasonable words are slowly returning to his repertoire, and his mood is good. Other than erasing the whole health situation, who could ask for more?

I received a message from the CSSS regarding OT, so I will follow-up ‘in my spare time’ (a well used facetious phrase for me these days).

I’m thoroughly drained, but not in a panic mode any longer. My head’s screwed back on, but it needs tightening; I’m feeling kinda droopy. Gilly, on the other hand, seems none the worse for wear. He’s fragile in some ways, but resilient as ever in others. His constitution is basically tough; I hope he continues to muster up the strength to bear the discomforts.

He continues to refuse ‘babysitters’ for the couple of hours he remains alone during the day, so Sheryl remains on call, but he will spend the morning alone tomorrow. It’s been working fine for now, so the amber alert is on, but not flashing.