Let the Big Dawg eat!

With approval from the nurse, Chick-fil-a had the honor of furnishing the evening meal today and George (Irvin) ate every bit of a small bowl of soup and carrot and raisin salad, and most of a piece of cheesecake, together with lemonade. I left the hospital just after the kickoff of UGA vs. S.C. with the t.v. on and the radio turned to Munson, but George had turned on his side and dozed off. Hope he wakes up to see as much of the game as he wants to. Or maybe he just needs that nap. They had a busy half-day of rehab.

When I got there today the therapy class was still going on, and he looked like he was doing pretty well. Still has some speaking issues, but he is doing better every day in everything. The therapist said she had him play one of the other patients a game of checkers (that would tell her something about what he needs to work on) -- and George beat the other patient big time. Mr. Bush (his dad) would be saying, "Well I should hope so. I taught him how to play the game!"

He is walking around the room on his own. The staff wants him to ring for help (for safety's sake) but he actually did quite well while I was there.

I am thinking about baking a pound cake to take to the staff tomorrow. I'm really thinking hard about doing that. Now if I can only get up and get it started....

Helen