New places means new faces. I just got interviewed three times. Once by my Resident Doctor, then by my Attending Doctor, then by my Registered Nurse. Some of the questions were the same, some were different, but it was more of a test of how I am doing. At first I was a little hesitant, but after the first couple of questions, it became a piece of cake. Lift my right arm? Check. Lift my left arm? Check. Make a fist? Check. Pucker my lips? Check. Follow your finger? Check. I felt like I passed these tests with flying colors. I then got a new bed, a brand new bed. It has some kind of contraption on it. It looks like one of those tents that people use to keep mosquitoes out at night. But it seems like this one is to keep me in. =)

I overheard the doctor telling my son that the goal is that I walk out of this facility. I am starting to love this place already. The floors are nice. I have two flat screen TV's with the NBA playing right now. I am getting my laundry done at this time. I don't have that many tubes connected to me. I see a bunch of others roaming around. I hope to join them soon. I do miss Kindred, the facilities not so much, but all of the nice people that were there making sure I was going to have a better life after recovery. I'd like to thank them all for helping me for the past two weeks. Mark my words, I will walk into that building once I recover and greet everyone. I am going to take a nap as I start PT tomorrow morning...Goodnight.