A Long Over Due Update

I haven't seen my Dad for the past week, so I haven't had a lot to post about. I probably should have told you all that he was finally transferred to an acute rehab facility on Tuesday evening. They have spent the last several days evaluating his mental capacity and condition and will be determining a plan of treatment early next week.
Linda is working on scheduling a family meeting with his physicians there for mid next week. At this meeting, they should be able to prepare us for what to expect over the next several weeks as well as answer any questions that we all may have for them. We have been told that we can expect as long as two years before his brain heals from the trauma.
He has been having many types of therapy. Speach, physical and occupational from my understanding. Initially, his pain medication wasn't actually helping to relieve much of his pain, however they have now doubled his dose. The medication that they are giving him for pain is Oxycodone.
He is able to eat solid food that has been chopped finely, similar to my one year old daughter. His dinner tonight consisted of mashed potatos, chopped up green beans and a pile of ground beef. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Then some applesauce for desert and 'nector' to drink. The nector is a juice, but it's thickened with electrolytes. He ate about 1/2-2/3 of his dinner, although he gave my Grandmother and myself quite a lot of crap about it. He kept wanting to leave, and we kept telling him we couldn't leave until after he finished his food. We knew he had had enough when he started spitting his applesauce back at us.
He has this tent like apparatus over his bed that they keep closed when he doesn't have visitors or caregivers in his room. This prevents him from getting out of bed on his own, or trying to get out of bed and actually falling out. He tell him that they knows he likes to camp, so he got a special tent bed. It may seem silly, but I think it helps him justify why he is in there and why he can't get out so easily.
Here is a picture:

The thing his leg is resting in is a CPM machine. CPM stands for Continuous Passive Motion, and it bends his knee in order to keep his joints from stiffening up, without him having to use his muscles to do so. It has a faux sheep skin lining and he was sure that he had a cat laying on his leg. He wanted to kick it off and go lock it in the car.
He is still very confused. He was talking a lot about going up to the "Res" which we believe meant the Reservation. He was talking about the Lakota Souix and peyote ceremonies. He said he'd been a member of the church since 1972 and that my Grandfather and I were also practicing. I have no idea what he is talking about, maybe some of you do. He also thought that my Mom, Theresa, and Linda were there and would talk to them from time to time, although neither of them were there at the time.
He did laugh when I told him about the dude with the super mullet outside the window of his room. He couldn't see him, but he laughed when I told him about the guy.
The Rehabilitation Therapy Doctor has told us to expect him to be an inpatient there for 3-4 weeks at this point and then he can be changed to an outpatient. I guess it all depends on the workers comp insurance and his condition.
Your continued prayers are much appreciated. Those of you who have sent cards, thank you. My Grandmother takes them in and reads them to him and he has expressed a desire to respond to all of them. So, on his behalf, he is thanking everybody for their prayers and loving support and the kind words that you have all spoken and writted to him and also to us.
Tomorrow we celebrate my youngest daughters first birthday. It will be another bittersweet day for us. I know that when my Dad is coherent enough to understand that he wasn't able to be there for that, it will break his heart. He loves his Grandchildren so much and I know that he'll be sad to know that he wasn't able to be there on her first birthday like he was for the others. We are just grateful that he will be able to be here to celebrate future birthdays.