Not a lot happened today. Angela gets up for meals, vest percussion treatments, and the commode. She had PT this afternoon, but about the time the therapist got there she got a chill and wanted to be wrapped in blankets. She did manage to show him she could get up from the bed and walk a few steps, to the extent her oxygen tubing would allow. He got her a wheelchair and said if Respiratory could figure out a way to meet her needs in a mobile way, she could go outside in it. Maybe that can happen tomorrow. They will try to let her walk Monday.
I'm thankful it is Sabbath. I'll take in some of her favorite music tomorrow, and we'll enjoy that.
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