Post by Kristen Gamauf on Oct 9, 2005 20:40:42 GMT -5
DAY 6 AT EDWIN SHAW
Wow! Mike is doing awesome! Sunday's are the best because Mike is the most rested he is all week.
I did not go down until 5pm. Instead, I went to Panini's to watch the Browns game with a friend. It was nice, and my first time out recreationally to a bar for beer and a sandwich (Panini's sandwiches should have their own food group). I even showed Lauren where Mike fell, and fittingly, a rat ran through the area. Eww. That is the second time I've crossed paths with a rat in Akron. Would you believe one ran across the street in front of my car one day this summer on the way to work? True story, forget black cats, you know it's gonna be a bad Monday when a rat runs in front of you...
When I arrived, Mike was back in bed from the fatigue of sitting in his wheelchair all day. Aunt Sharon came today. She brought Mike a Velcro ball set, the one with the Velcro mitts. Her and Mike played a bit of catch. She also had Mike raise his arms up over his head if he could. He looked at her dumbfounded like, "You don't think I could do that? Why are you asking!" He could raise his left arm over his head, but not his right entirely. He was a bit confused himself, and had to use his other arm to lift it. She showed him a few exercises he can do with his arms to help.
Tonight, Uncle Gary and Aunt Jennifer came to visit. They were amazed. And just to be exact, Mike actually wrote, "Go Indians and Seinfeld!!!" for Uncle Gary on the glow board. Mike seemed very happy to hear Gary talk and tell various stories. He was smiling the entire time.
Some of the things Mike has written on his piece of paper today for Mom and Dad or the nurses include the following:
Just want my dad & mom?
I want to go home
my knee hurts
I want my trache taken out?
It makes it hard to talk
Don't put shots in my arm?
rather be home relaxing
Where were parents?
When Mike wrote that about his trache, he didn't know what it was called. He started writing, "I want my __" then pointed with confused face. Mom said it was a trache, T-R-A-C-H-E, and he wrote the rest of it. He also described to Mom & Dad the process the nurses go through of putting his antibiotics into his feeding tube. He demonstrated with his hands. He also demonstrated how he used to get insulin shots in his arms, then made an "ughhhhh" face shaking his head, so as to say, "I hate that".
And again, thank you all so much. We hope to continue to bring you better and better news each week. The staff at Edwin Shaw tell us Mike could very reasonably have his trache taken off by this week.
Wow! Mike is doing awesome! Sunday's are the best because Mike is the most rested he is all week.
I did not go down until 5pm. Instead, I went to Panini's to watch the Browns game with a friend. It was nice, and my first time out recreationally to a bar for beer and a sandwich (Panini's sandwiches should have their own food group). I even showed Lauren where Mike fell, and fittingly, a rat ran through the area. Eww. That is the second time I've crossed paths with a rat in Akron. Would you believe one ran across the street in front of my car one day this summer on the way to work? True story, forget black cats, you know it's gonna be a bad Monday when a rat runs in front of you...
When I arrived, Mike was back in bed from the fatigue of sitting in his wheelchair all day. Aunt Sharon came today. She brought Mike a Velcro ball set, the one with the Velcro mitts. Her and Mike played a bit of catch. She also had Mike raise his arms up over his head if he could. He looked at her dumbfounded like, "You don't think I could do that? Why are you asking!" He could raise his left arm over his head, but not his right entirely. He was a bit confused himself, and had to use his other arm to lift it. She showed him a few exercises he can do with his arms to help.
Tonight, Uncle Gary and Aunt Jennifer came to visit. They were amazed. And just to be exact, Mike actually wrote, "Go Indians and Seinfeld!!!" for Uncle Gary on the glow board. Mike seemed very happy to hear Gary talk and tell various stories. He was smiling the entire time.
Some of the things Mike has written on his piece of paper today for Mom and Dad or the nurses include the following:
Just want my dad & mom?
I want to go home
my knee hurts
I want my trache taken out?
It makes it hard to talk
Don't put shots in my arm?
rather be home relaxing
Where were parents?
When Mike wrote that about his trache, he didn't know what it was called. He started writing, "I want my __" then pointed with confused face. Mom said it was a trache, T-R-A-C-H-E, and he wrote the rest of it. He also described to Mom & Dad the process the nurses go through of putting his antibiotics into his feeding tube. He demonstrated with his hands. He also demonstrated how he used to get insulin shots in his arms, then made an "ughhhhh" face shaking his head, so as to say, "I hate that".
And again, thank you all so much. We hope to continue to bring you better and better news each week. The staff at Edwin Shaw tell us Mike could very reasonably have his trache taken off by this week.