The day is getting better. Stu is enjoying his new room--he is in a t-shirt rather than the hospital gown. I gave him a sponge bath :) and had him shave and brush his teeth. We did another lap around the nurse's station. The PA came in a changed his head bandage. I saw the stitches for the first time..
Okay, so I am a plastic surgeon, and I see all kinds of nasty stuff--blood, guts, pus, etc. However, when I saw the stitches across his entire scalp, a huge wave of nausea hit me. Ugh. It is different when it is on family.
The OT (occupational therapist) came in to work with him this afternoon. It was fascinating. Stu had trouble telling time on the clock (he couldn't do it at all yesterday). He had to sort a deck of cards by suits, and after about 7 minutes, he still didn't have it complete. He had to count coins and make change, and was very slow. He wrote down his name and our address, and his handwriting was just a little bit different andhe wrote things out differently. The therapist said it was a huge improvement from yesterday, but it was subtleties that I wouldn't have seen otherwise just from conversation. He confuses time of day--thought he had a milkshake for breakfast, but it was last night. He recognizes everyone and remembers names without problems. However, his sense of humor is increased. He has been dancing as JT all day "bringing sexy back"....
He still is picking cornflakes (or branflakes) out if his nose, and doesn't realize everyone is watching. I hope that habit goes away!
Deb
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Hey Stu
ReplyDeletecongrats man looking good. The doo rag though needs some tune-up keep getting your jiggy on. Keep on picking a winner that is what we are good at, remember pick and flick or like uncle Sam pick, roll, and flick. keep up the hard work and we are thinking of you