Physical Therapy finally arrives this morning. They do not disappoint. Aaron sits in a regular chair, with his feet on the ground. He is helped to his feet, and with support, stands. He is elated. Physical Therapy had intended a passel of beginner movements which they scrap, as he is so advanced. The work done by Anne and Natalie moving his fingers, hands, arms, feet, and legs when he could not, and Aaron’s own leg lifts and arm lifts while he was still in bed and barely conscious have paid off.
By late afternoon, Aaron is ready to go at it again.
His white blood count, which had stalled for a couple days at about 30,000, doubled again to 60,000 before retreating slightly. The count is nearing danger territory. We had hoped that the infernal fever, together with the elevated white cell count, would have departed with the evicted gallbladder. Neither shows any sign vacating.