Saturday

It's Saturday here, and somewhat quieter at the hospital, at least in the corridors. Manford continues to do better--he is now on low risk of falls, and can get into and out of bed without help. I haven't gotten to talk directly to the doctors in several days--they manage to keep families away during rounds--and it is hard to tell who the doctors are, sometimes--everyone goes by first names, here, but I think the person I talked with today was probably the charge nurse, not the doctor. He said that the plan is for Manford to go to the rehab ward for a week or two after he leaves the neurosurgical ward, and that might be mid-to-late next week. We should find out the pathology results Tuesday or Wednesday, unless they are unsure and then they will send it to Auckland for a second opinion, and it might be a few more days.

The kids are doing ok; Joseph is avoiding mowing the lawn very adeptly, and neither is exactly rejoicing at the anticipation of school starting week after next. The summers aren't quite long enough here to get thoroughly bored, with Christmas and New Years taking up a good chunk at the beginning. Next week, my father and his wife arrive, and we are looking forward to that visit, though not exactly sure the shape it will take. But Manford really didn't want to go caving, anyway...