The next day Dad is awake and alert.  He wants to know when he is getting the prosthetic for his right leg.  I tell him they will probably wait until he can be fitted for both.  He asks how tall do I think he is.  I tell him I think he is 6'1 like always.  He tells me no, he is two feet shorter.  His sense of humor is returning and that is a good sign.

Over the weekend he continues to improve.  Unfortunately, his white count jumps to over 40,000 on Monday.  They give him some heavy duty antibotics to combat it.

I am surprised by the middle of the week when they are talking about sending Dad to Harmon Rehab Hospital.  Dr. Ahmed feels that with his white count coming down, that he can be moved.  We are reminded that it puts him closer to coming home.

Barely a week has passed since his surgery and he has orders to be moved to Harmon on Friday.  I call Jon and tell him I will be home on Saturday.  I want to be sure that Dad gets moved properly.

Medi-Car transportation finally comes to get Dad at 6:30 pm and I follow them across town.  We get to Harmon Rehab and he gets taken to his room.  I explain to the Charge Nurse, the nurse and the respitatory therapist that Dad needs an air bed (it was in Dr. Ahmed's orders) and a suction tube would be good.  I am told that the Wound Therapist will have to evaluate him to see if he needs an air bed.  I am told that Dad will get a medical evaluation as well as a Respitatory evaluation.

I settled back waiting for all of this to happen.  Dad and I are watching television and talking.  Serena and her husband, Rob, come in and wait for us.  By 10:30, no one has come through.  I decide to call it a night and Serena and Rob say they will stay with him awhile longer.  While they are still there, the staff comes in to try and weigh Dad.  Unfortunately the equipment is not working right. 

It is a sign of things to come.