Rehab

My Grandfather is out of the hospital and is now at the care center. Or "rehab" as they call it. (Funny, but when I think of rehab, addictions come to mind. Do you think that they have rehab for yarn addicts?) He is doing better there now that they have him back on the meds to get rid of the water weight. Apparently they "forgot" to have the hospital continue the meds they gave him after having his congestive heart failure. Since being admitted to the hospital he had gained 20 pounds. And I am sure it couldn't have been for the transfusion of 8 pints of blood! Now that he is back on the meds he is getting rid of the extra fluid in his system, and thus out of danger (for now) of having a recurrence of CHF*. He is now eating more. I guess he no longer feels "bloated" and can handle eating again. Thank goodness! The one day all he would eat is a single slice of bacon. But I guess when you have 20 extra pounds of fluid pressing in on your organs and making you feel like you will burst, you wouldn't feel like trying to squeeze some food in there as well. Grandpa will be in the care center for at least a week. I think it may be a little more than that since he needs to get his strength back and be able to do things on his own. Once he is back in action he'll be released and can go back to his apartment. I know that he is itching at the seams to do so, but you just can't rush recovery after such a big episode. We are all happy that he is doing better. But it seems as though everyone is on edge just waiting for the next episode to happen. I guess we can't help but feel that way after so many hospital visits and health problems in such a short amount of time. Every day that he is still here is a gift. *CHF = Congestive Heart Failure