The physiotherapist, like everyone else here so far, is delightfully pleasant. Through no lack of skill on her part and mountains of determination on Captain Jim’s part, we were able to actually get him to sit up and even stand up with assistance. He might have done what could be perceived as a dance but really, with his moves who knows if he was just unstable.

At one point when they had him standing up for the 1st time the therapist asked him “where is your head?” to make sure he was not dizzy and he said “Its on top of my shoulders”

It will be a long road but then so is life, and we are all just happy to still be on it together.

Dr. M has come in and reviewed all the X-rays and results, he is very pleased with his progress and based on the physiotherapists report and his management of all the pain we might be on the road to recovery very soon.

The good news is my dad is pretty much the toughest human I know, second only to Kareen, who might not actually even really be human considering how many medical ringers we have all put her through – prior to flying to Canada for my heart surgery in 1983 (i had a baboon heart installed) Trudy fell ill with bacterial Meningitis, I am fairly sure she was faking it. – All the while Kareen maintains excellent health while having O- (universal donor blood) she is always jetting out of the house to go donate. She really got herself in with a dud of a family an awesome family.

The best part about sleeping in a hospital bed is….nothing…. there is no good part of sleeping in a hospital bed.

We had a bit of a rough night as its hard for him to get comfortable and the change in pain medication was a bit of an unpleasant shock to the system. Instead of having a lovely sweet velvety flow of opiates through his IV he is now on pain pills, which he initially refused because he is an asshole didn’t think he had any pain yet. He was très le wrong (thats french)

Got it mostly all sorted out now and waiting for the Magic Dr. Surgeon Extortioner to come give us a review.