Alright, so we have now been in the hospital for 3 weeks and I am officially over it. Trevor is progressing at the speed of light and everything is going really well, but it is absolutely draining nonetheless.
If this time is going to be at all comparable to the last recovery (which took about 2 months) then we're almost hitting the halfway point. That means I'm about to the point of my mid-recovery crisis. Looks like I'm going to have to buy a convertible. Well, maybe I'll steal a convertible since I've only been working about 5 hours per week during all this chaos.
It's ridiculously hard to concentrate on anything outside of the hospital right now. In fact, I should be writing a paper on ethics right now for one of my classes. Guess that means I'm unethical.
Okay, I am ranting. Moving on to Trevor's progress...
YESTERDAY 2/22
Trevor is now on a soft foods diet, which means no more puréed mush. Although for some reason, he hasn't been eating as well. Doesn't quite add up.
The occupational therapist came in. Trevor was able to repeat her and count from 1 to 3. She got out a puzzle of the United States and told him to point to every state he's been to. He went through and pointed to every single state. For the record, he has not been to every single state. We are pretty spoiled, but not that spoiled!
She gave Trevor a pencil and told him to write his name. He took it and tried to put it in his mouth (like everything else you hand him). She then took the pencil, put it in his left hand and told him to write his name after her. She wrote "Trevor"; he wrote "Saga". Saga is the outerwear company he snowboards for. Then she wrote on the paper "Olivia" and "Alyssa" and asked him which one was his sister. He grabbed the pencil and wrote "ssa." So, he either got the last half of my name right or he was trying to call me an ass. Pretty impressive for having 5 brain surgeries!
My mom, Walker and Payton all took Trevor on a wheelchair ride around the hospital. They went to the Huntsman Center Bistro, where Payton ordered a salad, Walker ordered a burrito, they ordered Trevor some apple juice and all sat down to enjoy their delicious snacks. Everything was going smooth until Trevor reached over, grabbed the bottle of ketchup and tried to drink it. Typical!
TODAYTrevor played "Jenga" with the recreational therapist. He was surprisingly steady and controlled with that left hand. He kept trying to cheat by picking up the top piece, and then he would look up and smirk. When we were younger, I never wanted to play board games with him because he would always cheat! Yup, he's gonna be just fine.
An older lady with her therapy dog came in to see Trevor. She had him take off the dog's bandana and collar, which he was able to do with minimal help. She told him to brush the dog; he used the wrong side of the brush and stroked the dog's fur in circles, similar to how one brushes their teeth. Then she handed him some "Froot Loops" to feed the dog. He kept taking them and eating them himself. Or he would take one, pretend to give it to the dog and then eat it. He thought this was absolutely hilarious. The lady told him to put the collar back on the dog, so he tried several times to put the collar on his own head, but was confused as to why it wouldn't fit over his helmet. Oh, Trevor!
He played catch and bean bag basketball as well. After therapy, we had him wheel himself all the way back up to the room. It took about 5 times longer than it would have had we pushed him, but I was honestly impressed with his ability to get around with only his left limbs mobile. Although, he definitely could've been mistaken for being plastered with how much he was swerving and how many things he was running into...
Lastly, if anyone is trying to find a good cause to donate to, feel free to give to the "Get Alyssa a New MacBook Foundation." My hard drive is about to 'splode, which means this blog is about to crumble, as are any thoughts of turning all this chaos into a super successful book.
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