WAKE UP WOO!

I freaked out when I walked into the room and saw this. The physical therapist bandaged Trevor's arm up and as you can see, it looked like they amputated it. Yup, minor heart attack. But they were just trying to stretch out that muscle and his arm is still there, so it's all good!

The therapist asked him, "Trevor, where are you going tomorrow? You're going to get-?" He responded "sushi." Yup, that's right, he was finally allowed to go on his first outing! And where would they go? Well, to get sushi at the "Hibachi House' downtown, of course.

Trevor was allowed to wear jeans for the first time since the accident. The pair he chose were his ripped up Wrangler-esque farmin' jeans. They took Walker's truck down to the restaurant. Trevor was able to grab the "oh shit!" handle (as I call it) and pull himself into the car with no problem.

Once they got there, they ordered edamame to start off with. Pre-accident, he would've dipped it in soy sauce, so my mom handed some to him. He took it and drank it. Whoops! He normally would have put wasabi on his sushi, but this time he took it and put the entire glob in his mouth. They found it packed on the side of his mouth during speech therapy an hour later. I've never chewed wasabi like tobacco, but I can only imagine how much that would hurt. I bet the inside of Trevor's mouth is now completely torn up...

The physical therapists connected Trevor to the "zipline" as Payton calls it. This is where they harness him in to see how much he's actually walking on his own. They wanted him to look in the mirror at his right foot to pull through correctly. He refused and tried as hard as humanly possibly not to look at the mirror. Yup, he's not stubborn at all!

He got 38 staples removed from his head and no longer looks like a baseball.

Weekends here are pretty quiet. Trevor only has therapy on Saturdays until like 2:00 PM and then nothing on Sundays. It's unreal how many movies and TV shows we watch here in room 2613. (Ahem, come visit him.)

So, Austin, a friend of Trev's and mine, came in and brought me a new phone and flannel (because he RULES). Trevor saw what was going on and became irate. He looked at me and then looked at Austin and firmly said, "no no no!" My aunt Kim asked him if he wanted the phone, and he looks at Austin and goes, "Right here!" I think it's a great sign that he's still getting pissed when I hang out with his friends. Nothin's changed!

New word! Walker was standing in front of the TV while Trevor was trying to watch Jersey Shore. Trevor yells "No! Go!" Aunt Kim asks if he can say please. "Please!" It's pretty interesting that during the however-many weeks he's been in rehab, nobody has ever told him to say please or thank you. Guess manners are no longer important after six brain surgeries...

One of my favorite things is when you ask Trevor a question he doesn't want to answer. He'll be all wide-eyed and bushy-tailed one second, and then all of the sudden pretend to be sleeping. He does it ALL THE TIME. And the best part is I'm pretty sure he actually thinks we're convinced he's sleeping. He'll do it laying in bed, sitting in his wheelchair or even standing up in the middle of therapy. Real sly, Trevor!

We also enjoy our daily voyage to the Huntsman Center, which is a cancer institute connected to the University Hospital. It's the longest, most confusing walk ever; we get lost practically every time. But when Trevor goes with us and we make a wrong turn, he says "no, no, no" kind of annoyed, puts his left foot down to stop the wheelchair and backs up to turn around. I'm 100% certain that if he could talk he'd say something along the lines of "I've had six brain surgeries and am still better with directions than you guys!"

While we were eating dinner at the Huntsman Center, we noticed Trevor looking around for something. We asked him if he wanted something else to eat. "Nope." We asked him if he wanted something else to drink. "Nope." Then, he grabbed the ramekin of ranch dressing and chugged it. I am so sick of my brother thinking it's normal to drink condiments!!!

Since the accident, Trevor hasn't really been interested in technology, and especially not pictures or videos of himself. But during dinner he spent about ten minutes looking through all the pictures on my mom's phone. She noticed afterwards that he somehow managed to set her background to a picture of two of my mom's friends. Interesting. Later, I asked him if he wanted to look at my blog. He said "nope," then grabbed it out of my hands and scrolled through every single one of the pictures. I think it was interesting for him to see the state he was in when this accident first happened. We still don't know how well his memory is working, but pretty sure he doesn't remember that far back. During the last rodeo, he remembered nothing. And because he isn't able to communicate, we don't know if he even remembers what happened yesterday. When I ask him if he remembers somebody coming to visit the night before, he always responds with "nope." Not sure whether to take that "nope" as yep or a nope...