Mike continues to do amazingly well. He is up and moving about. He did say, "I probably don't really feel as good as I feel--they give me some good pain meds."
He was waiting for his supper last night--a fruit cup and an Italian lemon ice--with his usual anticipation. I was facing him when I saw his droopy eyes light up and he said, "Wow, now that's some waitress!" I turned and there was the nutritionist delivering his meal in person. She was the vision of a young Gina Lollabridgida.
Yep, same old Mike!