Progress in small ways

The first of this week brought changes for the better with Howard.  He seems less confused, for the most part and interacts with the nurses as they care for him.  He still insists that he must get off the bed and walk coming up with a new scenario each time for assisting him in the escape.  I wonder if the prospect of not getting on his feet for a few more weeks or months is an idea he just can't take in right now.  No matter who restates the reality he doesn't take it in.  

Yet today when Jan and John McDonald (our friends) walked in his door he knew them rightaway and told the nurse their names visiting with them just as he does here in the neighborhood.  John asked him if he is getting along with the nurses and he replied with this,  there are a lot of beautiful nurses here and if you lined them up together you would have one great big nurse and then laughed.  I wonder if the joker is coming back.  For his daughters it evokes memories for he used to wander by when they were watching a Miss America Pageant and tell them who the winner would be as he went off to bed.  He was always right and they couldn't believe it.

He is making progress every day.  Yesterday he wanted to talk to me about financial things such as are the bills getting paid.  He was worried because none of the car insurance people had been in to interview him.  I counted off for him which bills have been paid by which company and he relaxed a bit.  We pray he will soon be well enough to move to the rehab for a change of scene but we are thrilled with every sign of progress.