Paul had his first full day of rehab today at Evergreen Hospital. I think he did a total of 2 hours of occupational therapy and physical therapy combined. He will usually do a total of 3 hours combined, but since this was his first day and he had a few visitors they went a little easy on him.
Visitors are now welcome after 4:30pm. This will let him get all of his therapy done during the day without being too tired from visitors.
His spirits are high and there is no place like home.
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Well Paul, it's great to hear you are home and on the way to your old self. We are coming to see you soon. Wendy said I absolutely cannot do a poem for you because I am not politically correct. I asked what that means and she said that is why she won't let me write it. I promised not to but I didn't promise to not do a song - so hear goes. Think of Johnny Cash - "Walk the Line", when you read it. I call it Crossed the Line.
A song to Paul
I find it very very hard to walk right now-
I feel like I was hit by a plow-
I keep my eyes wide open all the time-
He crossed the line, that's not so fine-
I have six broken ribs that sure are sore-
I have a big 'ol bike I can't ride no more-
There's one place on earth I'll never go-
That's Mexico, yes Mexico-
I stand on ankles that don't want to work-
I have a shoulder that no one better jerk-
My wrist is limp and I'm not that way-
I'm all screwed up, what can I say-
I find it very very hard to walk right now-
I feel like I was hit by a plow-
I keep my eyes wide open all the time-
He crossed the line, that's not so fine-
Two days in a hospital, the only Hombre'-
I couldn't say my name so I was El Grande-
I took the first ambulance out of that place-
Oh yeh, I nicked my face, I nicked my face-
San Diego really wasn't much better-
I felt like I had ate my sweater-
Tubes down one way and out the other-
Lost all my privacy, oh brother-
My room was crowded as a boat-
They wouldn't give me a damned root beer float-
Kathi had to sleep in an old recliner-
Glad she's no whiner, yeh, no whiner-
I find it very very hard to walk right now-
I feel like I was hit by a plow-
I keep my eyes wide open all the time-
He crossed the line, that's not so fine-
I'm sick and tired of this place, I need some action-
I want a private car and plane, so let's go Jackson-
Take me home to Kirkland and I won't crab-
Take me now and I promise to rehab-
Evergreen isn't really like my home, though I'm not bitching-
I will do what the doc says if he can stop this damn itching-
I can stand and twist and turn just so-
Please turn around, I have to go-
I am back and it pleases me so well-
I feel like I have been thru hell-
But what really stands out and never ends-
Is all my friends, I love my friends-
I find it very very hard to stand right now-
I feel like I was hit by a plow-
I keep my eyes wide open all the time-
He crossed the line, that's not so fine-
He crossed the line, that's not so fine-
See you soon -
Love Geno
I just read Geno's song of Paul, and I'm quite impressed. It gave me a beter idea of what you have gone through as well.
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