Sunday

Kelsey and I got to RIM just after Brian had finished 2 hours of therapy. Even on Sunday they keep him moving. He had had a shower and had washed his hair. We chatted and he was in good spirits but tired. Lunch arrived. He demolished a hamburger with lots of mustard, had apple juice, a few fries and a pudding cup. I mentioned that I thought there might be ice cream sandwiches and something on a stick downstairs in the canteen, his eyes lit up. Ice cream!! (He managed to crack us up with all sorts of jokes about the "something on a stick") Scarfed down the ice cream sandwich. Then, the mom of Frank gave us 3 twinkies. I tossed one at him and he caught it, and devoured it too. Eventually, he ate all three.
His memory is changing in that he is constantly wondering why he is there, where is he, where am I going and why, who's at home, etc. The nurses seem to think that this is a great thing. More aware that he is not at home. Still, he cannot remember in 5 minutes what he did 5 minutes ago.
Ali, OT, decided to hook up his left arm in that splint I got at Clarkston. It's very state of the art. We all joked about how he was going to figure it out without reading the directions. Brian said, "here, give me the directions and I'll pretend to read them". Yuk, yuk. So, it fits great and keeps his arm open. Ali was really liking it. It has adjustments so they can open his arm more and more. Brian said that it didn't hurt at all. We also talked with Brianna who is a recreational therapist. Her job is to help get him back to doing the fun stuff that he likes to do. Probably will take him on a restaurant field trip. Neat.
So, got to go to work...talk later
Love, Marcy :)