My PRC license expired on my birthday. Since I don't work as a physical therapist, I didn't bother renewing it yet. That might change.
My Papa was discharged from the hospital yesterday after a week of confinement. There really are angels out there who were kind enough to open their hearts to my family. He was in the ER and OR on his first day and spent 2 days in the ICU. He has diabetes, a disease also threatening me and my siblings. Three of his major body parts were affected when he nearly died-- heart, kidneys and prostate. That required the services of several specialists as well.
Today, his legs are weak and he is unable to stand. He still has a catheter and will keep it for the next month. He will continue his medications for maintenance and will have several follow-up check ups with his doctors in the next few weeks as an out-patient. Now, we have a patient at home and I found myself planning on therapeutic goals for my father. It's time for me to make use of my rusty PT skills once more.
In other news, I can't believe it's September already. I'm seeing this as a new beginning for all of us. I'm also glad it's the weekend because I promised myself I'll be catching some sleep. I miss sleeping! Have a great weekend everyone!