Dad's home

Mom and I brought Dad home from the rehab facility Friday morning. He can't drive for another couple weeks and is using a walker for stability. He's starting to pester me about playing golf again, but that is totally up to him. His heart is now strong, but his body is still weak. He needs to build up his muscle strength - not that he was particularly steady on his feet before.

He's looking good, considering he had open-heart surgery on Oct. 21st. It was touch and go there for a while, with up to 15 of us at a time in the waiting room crying. We just weren't prepared to lose him. The surgeon had little doubt about his survival, although he never told us why he was surprised that we were concerned. The fluctuating of his heartbeat/rate after surgery was to be expected. His heart had to remember what to do, after being stilled for almost 4 hours. Well, he may have expected the disregulation, but we sure didn't. We were totally shaken when the ACU(acute care unit) nurses working on him told us not to leave the hospital.

That's all behind us now. Dad is back to his bossy self again, but he has a good excuse to rule us from his roost.