When I arrived today at the hospital, Scott’s bed was empty. As you recall, the last time this happened, he was taken off to Shock Trauma for some follow-up, only no one thought it was important to inform me. Hmphh! So, because sometimes Scott’s therapists have to adjust their schedule and sometimes Scott might be down the hall having a this or that done, I didn’t panic. Much.
I passed a nurse in the hall and she told me that Scott was in the dining room. Strange, because while they do hold some therapy sessions in there, they are for people who are actually eating & doing group activities. Scott’s not quite there yet. Next I checked the gym, because, where else could he be? Not there either.
I stormed to the nurse’s station and demanded to know where my husband was. I was met with looks that said, “How should I know?” DJ, one of the PT Aids, came to my rescue. After asking me if I had checked the obvious places, he asked me if I had checked the offices. He lead me down a hallway that I had never visited and we found Scott tucked away in Marna’s office having an early ST session. Hmphh!
After I got over it, which really only took a minute, I participated in the rest of Scott’s session. One of the things Marna asked me to do was go to another office down the hall and call her office. She put Scott on the phone and he listened to me chat. She said his facial expressions changed as I talked. Of course it could just be that he was trying to figure out why her phone was so big, had an old-fashioned ring tone and was attached to the wall. 😉
Scott’s Baclofen results are pleasing to Becca, Scott’s main PT. She says she may put him back on the tilt table tomorrow if he looks as good tomorrow as he did this afternoon.
Emily, Scott’s main ST, is pleased too. Scott’s beginning to be more consistent with the tests she’s giving him to guage his ability to track objects with his eyes.
And I’m pretty pleased with him, too. It occurred to me this afternoon while we were exploring the hospital grounds, that Scott is becoming more and more vocal. It’s still not words, but he’s making lots of noises. Sometimes it’s in response to big coughs, sometimes to transfers to and from his wheel chair, sometimes it’s actually contented sighs once we’ve left him alone and let him settle comfortably in bed. But today, while we were walking on some not-so-solid ground, he audibly objected to the rutted, uneven path I chose. One bump at a time.
Good night to ya!
