Peter seemed in much better spirits today. Maybe he's adjusting to the routine. I thought he was supposed to start physical therapy today but it didn't happen. Don't know why. He's supposed to get an EKG this afternoon and Wong brings him to the treatment room. We wait a while but then the nurse came back and told us to go back upstairs. Evidently the doctor they wanted wasn't available. Tomorrow, they said. They have very different methods for doing these things. Trevor did have his today and came back with a white netting over his head with a bunch of wires coming out of the back. He looked like an 18th century patriot with a powdered wig and a ponytail. He has to wear it a few days, I guess, as he and his mom went out to dinner that way. Will Peter have that too? Probably. At least we won't have to wash sticky stuff out of his hair from electrodes.
Michelle went out with Pam and Adrienne this afternoon. Wong had gone to lunch so I stayed with Peter and we did a few of his aphasia programs on the computer. He's getting better completing sentences but still has issues identifying things. Getting out was good for Michelle . Except for our morning coffee jaunt and a few hours at the party, she's been pretty much stuck at the hospital. They took her to a fruit stand and she came back with bags of strange stuff. She gave me one measly little round something or other that when peeled looked like a leechy nut, but gleefully hoarded the rest. Hmmph, didn't want it anyway.
To add insult to injury, Ruth came by with her mattress topper. She screamed and laughed so hard I'm sure they heard her on the street. She bounced on the bed the rest of the afternoon, eating her weird fruit. My topper won't come till tomorrow so I've got another night of misery.