During the last rodeo, the medical staff kept saying to us, "this is going to be a marathon, not a sprint." They were wrong. The last rodeo was a sprint; this one is going to be the marathon...
Last night, Trevor pulled his feeding tube completely out of his small intestine. I guess that's one way to tell everyone he's ready to eat real food all the time. He's been eating really well all day. So far, so good. Although, if I were him, I think I'd rather have the feeding tube than what they're feeding him. I mean, hospital food is pretty awful but puréed hospital food? Count me out!
He also decided that he's had enough of laying on his back all the time. So what did he do? Since he can't yet move that right side, he kept taking his left leg and scooting his right leg all the way over on the bed. He would then do the same thing with his arms, and roll himself over to his side or stomach. Mixed emotions of feeling sad yet highly impressed.
Today, Trevor got transfered out of the NCCU. He's currently in a step-down room in the NAC (Neuro Acute Care) until they decide to take him to inpatient rehab, which will probably be in the next day or so. There are tons of patients roaming around this unit with baseball heads just like Trevor. And by baseball heads, I mean they all have crazy brain surgery stitches all over their domes. I think he'd be happy to know he fits right in!
They came in with a doggy-version of Patch Adams to cheer Trevor up a little. The dog's trainer asked Trevor if he wanted to give the dog a treat, and handed him a bone. Trevor took the bone and tried to eat it. Whoops!
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