WAKE UP WOO!

Check out the obstacle course that Trevor conquered in physical therapy! It's interesting to me that they are having him walk on mats and weave between objects when he hasn't even mastered walking on tile yet. It takes a ton of effort for him to drag that right leg forward, and he gets worn out quickly. Walking the length of a football field is like doing a marathon for Trevor.

He's still not moving that right arm on his own yet, which is terrifying to me. They shot him up with Lidocaine (which is what triggered his right leg to move) but it was unsuccessful. He ignores his arm completely, almost as if he doesn't even know it's there. He does everything with his left arm and doesn't even consider trying to use his right one for anything.

Imagine trying to eat a delicious salad with one hand; it's nearly impossible. Trevor ends up with a pile of lettuce in his lap and random scraps all over the table. He has no way of holding the plate still so he has to play a stabbing game with everything sliding all over the place. He will drop his utensils in his lap and then forget where they are and continue eating his meal with his hands. I absolutely hate watching him eat. We seldom have to put thought into how to be smarter than our food, but Trevor does. Oh, the things we take for granted in life...

The thing that probably blows my mind the most is the fact that Trevor will go all day saying only random words that make no contextual sense, and then all of the sudden, BAM!, he says a full blown sense-making sentence like, "I'm sick of the eggs and sausage" or, "Turn the damn light off!"

After therapy, I tried to help Trevor get from his wheelchair to his bed. He rolled his eyes, gave me a death-stare and firmly said, "Alyssa, Alyssa!" He gets really mad at us for trying to help him, but forgets the fact that he can't actually get up or walk on his own. The nurses are trying to convince us to leave him alone for a while to see how independent he is. In theory that sounds great, except for the fact that Trevor will try to walk to the bathroom on his own. And I know they're all really good at caring for people with brain injuries, but quite frankly, we're not ready to go through this again. So no, we will not be leaving him alone with the high risk of him falling and getting yet another brain injury.

Some interesting events that went down in the past few days:

Me: Trevor do you want to rent a movie?
Trevor: [Shrugs]
Me: I saw Jackass 3 down there. What do ya think?
Trevor: Yusss! But um, [mumbles something in gibberish and then points to our dad]
Me: You think Dad won't like it?
Trevor: [Laughs]
Me: Should we just get it anyway?
Trevor: Yes [but shakes head]
Me: Yes or no?
Trevor: No [but nods]
Me: Trevor, I'm getting a lot of mixed signals here. Should we go get Jackass?
Trevor: [Laughs] Alright.

Later, my dad asked Trevor he wanted some of his ice cream. Trevor responded with a firm "no." About two minutes later, he sat up and shouted, "I want some!"

Our sweet, innocent, little ten-year-old brother, Payton, was running around, dancing and making a bunch of ruckus. Trevor put up with it for a few hours and then all of the sudden looked at him, said "F*ck you!" and then continued to watch MTV. He has quite the potty mouth lately, but who could blame him really?