Well, Truett has been home from Shands Rehab Hospital almost a week. He came home "walking". But I have noticed that his enthusiasm for walking has waned. This worries me. At night I lay in bed and wonder why? Why did he lose his motivation?
Today I may have come up with an answer. While Truett was at Shands Rehab Hospital (for the second time in one year), he was treated differently. His first visit resulted in people asking, "Who does this guy think he is?"
But not so this second round. All I heard when I visited was, "You did great Truett!"
"High Five, Truett!"
"Now WHO am I gonna' watch the Gator games with when you leave?" Mr. Truett!
I have come to the realization that Truett misses the attention he got at Shands Rehabilitation Hospital, and attention is a great motivator. Truett's attitude about "walking" is still there, even though he hasn't "walked with his walker" in two days. And then I wonder, "Why not?" Where is the motivation?"
Today I drove my husband to his Audiologist in Gainesville; and as I was getting the wheelchair out of the Acadia, I noticed that Truett was standing outside of the passenger door. Alone. No safety belt. No wheelchair behind him.
"Don't move!" I shouted. "What in the world are you doing?" Then Truett told me he knows he can walk; but he just forgot that he can't do it now. . . without a walker. So, from now on, the walker is our third passenger when we travel.
After six days out of Rehab I have assumed things are status quo . . . like they were a month ago.
But they are not. There are a few glitches.
I asked Truett tonight if he was reading his "Cowboy books". (He hates it when I call them that. "They are Westerns!" he lambastes!" And even though, I thought we just picked up where we left off almost a month ago. . . we haven't. He can't focus on reading and thinking at the same time. Not yet. (After all, it was seven months to reach where we had come from).
Even though Truett is taking his anti-nausea meds, they are NOTworking. We did make it to the Audiologist in Gainesville today; however, Truett's God-awful dusty pink rose plastic bucket rode in his lap the whole way. So, soon I hope this nausea straightens itself out.
Truett's hearing aide is working. NO MORE LOUD TV. NO MORE LOUD TALKING!
I told Mama tonight, "Just read the words on the screen. It's so much better that the NOISE!"
And that's what we did as we watched NCIS (my favorite TV show).
Sometimes you have to just deal with glitches . . . and keep the faith . . .and keep the hope!
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