Signs of progress!

If the Gym at Peachtree Presbyterian doesn't have a poster girl already, the folks there should totally sign Mom up for their next ad campaign. I talked to Dad on the phone around 9:30 this morning and he and Mom had already taken four laps around the floor! Emily came and spent her lunch hour here, and Llama logged another two loops. When I arrived around 4:45 this afternoon, Mom was resting in bed after another three laps with Dad at her elbow. And she doesn't even seem tired! What a champ.

Otherwise, Mom has been eager to move on from her diet of sucking on waterlogged green sponges on sticks. Since she has gotten some signs that the plumbing is beginning to work again, so to speak, one of her doctors just informed her that she can graduate to clear liquids this evening. Wahoo! She hasn't had anything to eat since Sunday lunchtime, so who can blame her for being excited about a little hospital broth and jello?

Aside from these highly anticipated and much appreciated signs of progress, it's been another slow day in the hospital. Days of our Lives is in a multiple-day rut, Mom says, and she's not able to focus her eyes well enough to get any significant reading done. Frustrating though these days can be, we're all grateful that this stay at Emory has been an uneventful one.