Friday, April 19
A new MRI today, the MRI he was
not able to get last week, which means no lunch.
Dr. Rivas stopped two of the drugs.
He told Elder Babcock some of his medications could cause nightmares. But he
slept well or does not remember any nightmare.
He walked around the atrium,
which was at the center of this wing. He walked fast with one step after
another, working very diligently at it. It would have been easier if he tried
to be more relaxed and enjoy the walk. But it was clear progress.
Elder Babcock had decided that
now he liked the sides of the bed so he could prepare himself to move around. A
nurse pulled the catheter. He did not understand the warning about what she was
doing and had no time to worry about it. I thought it would be okay this time.
The big push was for mobility and now without the hindrance of the catheter,
the challenges were intravenous tubes and weak legs.
When Dr. Concha entered Elder
Babcock was sitting on the couch in front of the computer. He could hear well
enough to hold a conversation. She was almost speechless. She was seeing what
had happened while she was in Santiago and although she had consulted with the
doctors here, the difference was truly miraculous. She said even her family
asks about him.
Elder Babcock was looking at
email and reading about the money being stolen. I returned early tonight. Dark,
but a lot of people. I had been walking through the mall every night. There
were street musicians and shoppers. The streets were very busy.
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