SITREP

My da's been moved from hospital to a rehabilitation centre. I'm not sure how long he'll be there, but, although he's doing much better, he's not yet in a condition to come home.

I wasn't able to make it to visit today, but he was doing much better yesterday. He had more of his colour back in his face, and he was coherent. He's still very weak and easily tired--I didn't go over because my mother told me he said he was tired and encouraged her to go home--but he's doing better.

I was kind of worried for a while--he was saying some very strange things a few days ago, such as "I know we're in Sweden, but I'm an American and I expect to be treated one." That was to a nurse when we weren't there, and my mother and I weren't sure if he was joking and she didn't get the joke. He does have a strange sense of humour, under the best of circumstances. Mine is odd as well, of course, but I'd say he has less of a filtre than I do.*

My mother tells me he also was talking on Friday as if the hospital were a hotel, saying he didn't know why he'd booked them into the place when the rooms were so strange and there wasn't enough room in the bed for her to sleep there, much less any place for me to sleep in when I got there. He wasn't doing that yesterday, which, obviously, was a Good Thing.

* He's got a bad tendency to try to joke about things (such as pretending that he wants something that isn't on the menu, such as food from Louisiana in a New England diner) in restaurants with waitstaff who sometimes have such limited English that they don't understand he's joking. It's not intentionally malicious, but it appears to me that it must feel very intimidating for some of them.