Where or where does time go? I had hoped/thought/thunked that by now I'd be up and running. So, I ask myself, Is it me or the condition? A suspect a little or a lot of both.
Eating is the same as it was prior to the insertion of the feeding tube: Choking, gagging.
Dexerity is in the shitter, I shit you not.
Walking has improved...still shaky but nonetheless improved.
I have to be helped in and out of bed.
I must be "showered" by son-in'law Keith.
Still have to have my butt wiped....!
Constant coughing, spitting up: I'm a really joy to be around.
Okay, TMI time is over!!!!
You get the picture...Bob is improving but slowly. I'll get there (wherever "there" is) sooner or most probably later....