This week, the pops was finally discharged from the ICU after about 76 days, if I'm counting correctly. He was transferred (by ambulance, mind you), to a rehab facility about 30 miles away from Ritesh's mom's house but actually a little closer for us. It's near the seaside, not in an idyllic beachy kind of way, but in a major cargo port kind of way. But somehow, him having been a marine engineer and spent many years on his life on cargo boats, it seems somehow fitting and we're hoping he'll recover well there.
He is still fed through a tube, still on the ventilator so can't talk, and has lost the use of all his muscles so will have to learn to walk again. But he's conscious and aware and smiles and can sit up in a cardiac chair for a few hours a day (on a good day), plus, eyewitnesses tell me, he can pick his own nose, so progress is undeniable and we're optimistic.
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