He looked so much better today. So much better. Normal heart. Swelling way down. Sitting in a chair, alert and with it, taking phone calls from family. He snorted a little laugh when I pulled out a 65-piece Nautilus puzzle and asked him if he were interested–and then we dove in on it together.

But the latest buzz is that kidney stone ultrasound treatments for some people can damage surrounding tissue so they’re having him wait it out for now.

An MRI this morning says the foot infection did go to the bones. The Infectious Diseases guy came in, knelt on the floor before him, and unbandaged and rebandaged him with a gentle tenderness that made me think of the story of Jesus washing his disciple’s feet to teach humility and service towards one’s fellow man. Then he told us that the antibiotics will continue orally for a goodly while after he goes home, but that these days, that should be all that should happen on that.

Who knew that catching the bathroom door on your foot could get your heart diagnosed in time.

He is a stone’s throw away from getting to go home.