I spent yesterday with him and he was so happy to see me! He hates being cooped up and he hates the food, and he hates that they lock out Adult sites from their internet access so that he can't even come to this wall when I take my laptop up to him on visits. He continues to make slow and steady progress getting his muscles stronger again. I have to tell you all that he is wonderstruck at all the care and concern that you all show for him.
He DEFINITELY feels your LOVE!
Yesterday, he took his whole shower alone, STANDing up, with no support from the walls, etc and he was able to walk half the length of the hallway with no assistance, but his PT coach nervously pushing his wheelchair right behind him telling him to NOT fall. To stop when he thought he might..lol.. but He is trying and working so hard! It is a pretty long hallway, the building is shaped like an X with rooms down three legs, and therapy rooms, dining, and staff rooms down the fourth, with a nurses station hub and main entrance in the crosshairs. His room is at the very end of one leg, and PT is halfway down the hallway where those places are.
The resident hallways also have shower rooms and tv rooms and ice stations, as well as 13 resident rooms down each side of the hallway. they are pretty long!
I am so proud of how hard he is working to regain his strength! He didn't really understand how he got so weak so fast until I explained to him that Sepsis with multiple organ failure attacks EVERYTHNG in your body. The sepsis is like Pacman going through your body eating and destroying everything in it's path, organs, muscles, etc. I explained that even wikipedia states plainly that 70% of people that get to the state that he was in DIE. I told him to stop whining
and "suck it up princess" and keep working therapy. He lost 80 pounds since the ambulance took him away on St. Patrick's day. He lost a lot of muscle in that 80 pounds! as well as the fat and water, etc. Now he has to work to get that remaining tissue strong again. 80 pounds in ONE month is a LOT of mass PACman destruction! Once he grasped it like that, he felt better about not being able to go out and run the Cleveland marathon.. lol
I took him KFC and that made him happy! I took him me and that made him happy! I took him all the messages from here since my last visit and that made him happy! I grabbed up a handful of grass for him to smell up close while we were outside and that made him happy!
When I had to go home, without him, that made him sad...
Thank you all for your continued support and prayers and love.. He is getting there, in baby steps...
love, woobie
