Finally, Shands Rehabilitation Hospital is diminishing the oxycodone, depakote and other drugs that have kept Truett in a twilight zone. A confused, quirky state of mind.
Two days ago I noticed that my Truett was coming back. For example, yesterday Truett and I had a three minute conversation about my playing golf (which I didn't end up doing); however, for Truett to sustain a conversation with me and about me was a breakthrough.
Shands Rehab has moved Truett's dismissal date to November 23rd, the day before Thanksgiving. And that's a good thing. After that he will receive several weeks of home rehabilitation before he goes to out-patient rehab. I will be using every avenue of health services available to him (and for me) this time.
Is this stressful?
You wouldn't believe it!
I'm not sleeping well. I wake up at 2:00 a.m., 3:00 a.m. . . on and on until finally, I look at the clock waiting for 6:00 a.m.; and then I get up.
I thought I could get chores or business done in the mornings; but, I can't.
Usually, I feed the house cats, the puppies, the yard cats, and Mom; and then I head to Gainesville. That's all I can muster up in the mornings.
After several hours of watching Truett participate (or not) in rehab, I come home and then deal with the mail, the business, Mom, the puppies, the cats, etc.
All I want is for Truett's mind to come back . . . drug free, so we can resume our life.
But, I am encouraged a little bit every day, because I see my Truett coming back.
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