Day 5

Today was a good day... then it turned sour.

We went to the rehab hospital and it looks like he is gonna be admitted so that he can have therapy twice a day. If he goes for rehab as an out-patient he would probably only be able to get professional physio twice a week. The rehab specialist we saw was interesting.

Later we went to buy a dining table from Harvey Norman then we went to buy a TV from The Good Guys. Yay! New stuff. We were close to buying a couch, but didn't buy it in the end.

Got home, helped him with a bit of physio and massage, then I helped her cook for some dinner guests. Had the dinner guests over, then they left. One of them learnt deep tissue massage from a Chinese master a while back and so he gave him a massage.

Once they left, it was about time to sleep, but he just stayed up. She got worried and told me to get him to go to bed, because he was worrying about Chris, who wasn't home yet. I sat down with him for a bit and he started talking about Chris. I just sat there sort of acknowledging what he was saying, while looking blankly into space. I tried to get him to go to bed, but to no avail. Eventually I resorted to just massaging him until he goes to bed. It sort of worked. I don't know whether it was because of my massage or just because it was getting late. He was worried about the shit that Chris is getting himself into... He will probably kick Chris out soon.

I don't know what to do...

Today became a crappy Day 5.