At this time, attempting to update you all, I find myself struggling to find the words. I feel dazed and confused. Yes, Dad is out of ICU. Yes, thats a miracle. I keep being reminded of the countless miracles we have seen just to get where we are. Simple things we take for granted. Breathing on our own. Swallowing. Talking. Sitting. Dad is doing all these things and more. I should be elated that Dad is where he is, but for some reason I am sitting here staring at the blank page. This recovery time is a process for us all. This dance is still 2 steps forward, 1 step back. There will be good days hurdling past milestones, and days struggling to reach one. Although yesterday was another amazing leap forward, Dad did have a bit of a setback. Somehow, in the rehabilitation wing, Dad fell out of his bed and hit his head...again. The good news? No injuries. CT was clear. Just a little bump and cut. AAARRRGGGHHH! Really?
Today Dad sat up in a chair for about 4 hours. In this new recovery phase he is being “encouraged” to move his arms, wiggle his toes, remember and say multiple sets of words, to cope with a barrage of multiple sounds and stimuli, all while “resting” and recuperating. He started to get a bit agitated earlier and we quickly realized by closing the door in his room he relaxed and calmed. Now keep in mind he has been “sleeping” for over 3 weeks, so multiple voices all talking at once can be confusing.
This is going to be an adventure balancing the line between pushing Dad towards recovery, and pushing Dad backwards.
I will lie down and sleep in peace,
For you alone, O LORD, make me dwell in safety.
Psalm 4:8
~With Integrity
I'm so glad the fall didn't further injure your dad. I'm praying for strength for everyone involved to make it through this next phase of recovery. Jamie
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