Nuts and bolts
We’re making a bit of headway; Gilly took a shower in a seated position. He was willing, and thoroughly enjoyed it. I felt comfortable in that he was secure; one hurdle, umpteen to go!
He is beginning to use the cane. I find he is much steadier when he does, but he of course disagrees. He doesn’t have to be of the same opinion; he needs to use it. We’re moving steadily ahead in more ways than one.
Gilly showed an interest in hand exercises today. He seems to enjoy the therapeutic putty. I may get him interested in plasticine or clay one day soon after all. One of the exercises involves having him pick up small objects and place them in a container. I took out a drawer of bolts and he rose to the challenge, managing to place most of the bolts into the container using his weak hand. He actually seemed motivated to complete the task, which is unusual these days. I think I’ll try to get his hands around as many tools as possible in the name of exercise; he may take an even greater interest. When he finished his fine-motor exercises I suggested he sit on the ball for awhile to work on his balance. He looked at me with that, “What are you? Kidding?” expression and refused to cooperate. I have to parachute someone else in to get him hooked on ball exercises.
I called the primary nurse at the Jewish today to ask her to track down Dr. Kavan and find out if there’s any point in taking the Temodal this evening, in light of Gilly’s current condition. She never called back (perhaps because she couldn’t reach him) so I made an executive decision to wait one more day before putting him back on. I will try to reach the good doctor at the Neuro tomorrow, since I know he sees patients at the neuro oncology clinic on Wednesdays. Maybe my new found friend Denise can help.
We’re still scrounging for coverage everyday. By Thursday, all should be in order. We will meet Margaret at 2:00 tomorrow, and she is expected to begin on Thursday. Thanks to my mom, I can go off and teach tomorrow morning without fear.
The railings for the staircase are in the works. Hadar and John will come by one evening this week to take measurements.
So if all the pieces are falling into place, why am I so tired? I wonder…must be the time change.
He is beginning to use the cane. I find he is much steadier when he does, but he of course disagrees. He doesn’t have to be of the same opinion; he needs to use it. We’re moving steadily ahead in more ways than one.
Gilly showed an interest in hand exercises today. He seems to enjoy the therapeutic putty. I may get him interested in plasticine or clay one day soon after all. One of the exercises involves having him pick up small objects and place them in a container. I took out a drawer of bolts and he rose to the challenge, managing to place most of the bolts into the container using his weak hand. He actually seemed motivated to complete the task, which is unusual these days. I think I’ll try to get his hands around as many tools as possible in the name of exercise; he may take an even greater interest. When he finished his fine-motor exercises I suggested he sit on the ball for awhile to work on his balance. He looked at me with that, “What are you? Kidding?” expression and refused to cooperate. I have to parachute someone else in to get him hooked on ball exercises.
I called the primary nurse at the Jewish today to ask her to track down Dr. Kavan and find out if there’s any point in taking the Temodal this evening, in light of Gilly’s current condition. She never called back (perhaps because she couldn’t reach him) so I made an executive decision to wait one more day before putting him back on. I will try to reach the good doctor at the Neuro tomorrow, since I know he sees patients at the neuro oncology clinic on Wednesdays. Maybe my new found friend Denise can help.
We’re still scrounging for coverage everyday. By Thursday, all should be in order. We will meet Margaret at 2:00 tomorrow, and she is expected to begin on Thursday. Thanks to my mom, I can go off and teach tomorrow morning without fear.
The railings for the staircase are in the works. Hadar and John will come by one evening this week to take measurements.
So if all the pieces are falling into place, why am I so tired? I wonder…must be the time change.
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