Thank goodness..

Dad doesn't remember yesterday.
I couldn't stand that he was going through that much pain.

Today, I got to visit around noon. By then, he had already sat in a chair and taken a few bites of food. He look great! He's still hurting, but not to the point of hallucination.

I gotta hand it to him, he's TOUGH. He has a really high tolerance for pain (he's lived with it for years) so he has been rejecting most of his pain meds. The pain meds make him dizzy and sleepy, which most people like so they can rest, but he wants to push through his rehabilitation and physical therapy as quickly as he can. He got up and marched in place for a long time without getting tired, and was cracking jokes the whole time.

The best moment.. the physical rehab therapist guy (or as Ana and I call him, Dr McHottie-pants lol) asked Dad if he had been in the army (so he could have him march in place) so Dad responded, "Yes! I was in the Japanese Military." Completely serious. Ana and I were DYING. He bought it, of course, and kept complimenting Dad saying things like, "You MUST have been in the military cuz you're doing so great!" He then of course asked Dad if he was really from Japan, so Dad finally gave it up and told him that he was from the Philippines. Then he started speaking Tagalog to my Dad (obviously, he served his mission in the Phils). And instead of my Dad just playing along, he starts saying with his tone,

"Oh here we go.. heeeere we go. Here's another one. Here's ANOTHER one.. who is gonna ask us to invite him over for our food.."

We were rolling on the floor. Dad just kept on marching. Just dishing out sarcastic jokes left and right to all the nurses in the vicinity. Its kinda true, though, we have run into a surprisingly large number of people who served their missions in the Philippines. Makes it hard to talk smack in Tagalog, you never know who'll understand- haha!

So, needless to say, Dad is in great spirits. He's such a fighter, tough as nails, and SUPER motivated to get back into the swing of life. Such an inspiration. I think if it were me, I'd just ask for extra pain pills and veg-out in bed.

Tomorrow, we should hear if his kidneys are doing alright. We pray he won't need to undergo dialasys. And soon, the one chest tube that's hurting him the most will come out. I think once that tube comes out, he'll be running up and down the halls teasing people.