Our friend Moe says life is a dance. If Moe had been here today with Jim during physical therapy he would probably have cracked a bad joke that would go something like this:
Moe: “What did you do with the money?”
Jim: “What money?”
Moe: “The money your mother gave you for dancing lessons.”
Here is Jim doing a little dance with his physical therapist. Not exactly like Dancing with the Stars, but it represented a Herculean effort for Jim. He sat up at the side of the bed, strapped on his brace and shoes, and stood tall for the first time since Monday.
Tomorrow we are looking forward to the removal of the annoying nasogastric tube in the nose and the start of a liquid diet. Up to now it has been ice chips only. Another day has come and gone and we are headed in the right direction.