She asked if I knew the date and time. Seeing as how the calendar and clock are on the wall in front of me, I peeked. Easy peasy.
Then she told me three words she would ask later to test my short-term memory: Pink, cadillac, truth.
Then count backward from 100 subtracting seven each time. No fair. Then do the months backwards, skipping every other one. Tricky. Then she got a pair of hospital pants and asked me to show her if I could put them on by myself. Hurray! Success.
Now the three words again. Somewhere in my mind is an image of Mary Kay of cosmetics fame and a pink cadillac. Ain't it the truth. Pink, cadillac, truth. Correct me if it's another cosmetics magnate. In any case it helped me remember the words. My brain works.
Next came the physical therapist who retested my strength and took me for a walk without the walker, just me holding her hand. I can do this with Diane too. It makes me nervous because I'm wobbly but they say I'm ready to be more independent. Also I can move around my room with my walker instead of calling every time I need something. Picture a deer in the headlights. That's me when I got this info. More independence will be great but I'm so used to being taken care of that it's scary too. Baby steps.