Just thought I would keep family up to date on what's happening around the George house.
Truett is making good progress. He is now able to deal with business and actually went on a sales call, with the help of his shop foreman. Furthermore, Truett has written several job proposals. This is a good thing, considering three months ago, while at Shands Rehab, he couldn't read seven sentences and put them in correct sequence. Mostly, any difficulty Truett has now is because of his visual limitations, so sometimes he cannot see where to put a comma, etc., when using the computer.
Also, Truett is making his snacks at night; and except for the occasional bump in the night, I am able to get some well-deserved sleep.
But here's the best part. Tonight Truett cooked steak for my mother and me. The other day at rehab, after Truett walked, using his walker, about three hundred feet, he then saw the Occupational Therapist. He had met all his goals set by her and she asked us what goal we had in mind for Truett for the next several weeks.
"Well, I want him to be able to cook agin!" I blurted out. After all, Truett is the better cook between the two of us; and I had fussed at him about not helping out when I knew he was capable of doing more. I guess I was really saying, "The honeymoon is over and I need a little help around here."
So Truett practiced standing at the "rehab kitchen counter" and pretended to reach for bowls, etc. Then last night my husband told me he would cook steaks tonight.
So, late this afternoon I laid out kitchen utensils, Montreal Steak Seasoning, a grilling pan and a plate in order to help accomodate Truett with the cooking. Then I took Clay to the store and I got a phone call from Truett wanting to know when I would be home. "In two minutes," I told him. When I walked in the house, Truett wasn't in his recliner nor the bathroom. He was in the kitchen.
"I had an accident," he said. "I broke something."
Well, he didn't have to tell me that because I could see for myself. White pepper was spilled all over the kitchen floor.
"How did you do that?" I asked. And that's when I saw The Gator, a tool I had bought for the school children to pick up trash with when I had car rider duty a couple of years ago. . . wait. . . that was only last year.
Now, I'm no genius, but I knew exactly what had happened. Truett was taking the easy way out pulling spices out of the spice cabinet with The Gator instead of standing up like he knew he should!
Well, you know who had to vacuum up the white pepper and you know who immediately reprimanded Mr. George.
However, I will tell you one thing. The steak melted in our mouths. Could it be because I didn't have to cook it?
"Say what, Punky? You smell pepper?"
But, all in all, the best part is "I got a little bit of help!"
By the way, the next goal I have for Truett is to have him stop telling people that he can't walk because I clearly saw him walk. He should probably say, "I can't walk without using a walker and someone beside me!"
This is great - what's a little white pepper on the floor?!
I can see some of Dad's home cooked meals in your future!
Posted by: tina | May 19, 2011 at 01:37 PM