One Step At A Time

It's a dreary, rainy Saturday here in Atlanta.  First time since we've been here, which will be four weeks on Tuesday.  The morning started off with Kyle yelling at me at breakfast.  I had to leave and go back to Kyle's room because it hurt my feelings so much.  I know he didn't mean it because he told me so later, but all the same, it brought back some old, less than desirable, memories.  And made me cry, but I'm better now.

We played a game of Uno, before Greg had to leave.  Kyle's resourcefulness shined through again.  We couldn't find the card holder for Kyle to use (he needs it because of his being one armed), but before we could come up with an idea for Kyle, he was already one step ahead of us.

Using non-functional left arm as a card holder!, still needing support for his right arm, and Greg cheating.         .

Greg had to leave shortly after, but Alex is here for a few more days..  It's soooooo quiet here on the weekends.  I enjoy the up side to this however;  Alex and I can dote on Kyle instead of scurrying back and forth to therapies.  Alex gave him a haircut, a shampoo and shave, and a much needed lotion application to his ever itchy head.

We took him down to the cafeteria with us for lunch (with no more trach, we can leave the floor unescorted!)  and then showed him the gym where Greg, Alex and I work out.  We sat and watched some people shoot hoops, and then just spent the rest of the afternoon chillin' in his room, just listening to music.  Alex made a cool Spotify playlist for him, while I finally read all his yearbook signings for him (everytime I tried in Inova ICU, I would start to cry and give up, and I knew he wouldn't remember them back then anyway).

It is dinner time now and Alex is helping Kyle eat, allowing me to finally catch up with writing and be current.  All I need to do now is add a few more photos, a little humor, and an amazing video.

Yesterday, with the aid of Rim (filling in for Melanie), Kyle did his second bed to wheelchair transfer without the lift......
                                                                                                        

 .....then on to the gym, where Rim and Kyle connected, with laughter (look closely at Greg's face) and smiles for all of us.

Notice Greg, holding it in, trying to stay serious.

Laughter, the best medicine!

We then moved on to what we thought was pretty serious stuff....electrostimulation.

Normally, when we decide to contract a muscle, our brain sends a signal (like an electric current) along our nerve fibers and up to our muscles which then contract.   Kyle's deltoids are not contracting.   So electrostimulation will do this for him. Judging from Kyle's responses, I am guessing it is not a pleasant feeling, but non the less, Kyle was still able to turn something unpleasant into something humorous.

Alex had to get up and leave because he couldn't stop laughing, which only encouraged Kyle more.

Jasmine, taking control and getting back to business.

And saving the best for last......

        "It does not matter how slowly you go as long as you do not stop."   ~Confucius