So, the storms ruined our outting today, but we'll try again next Monday. It was too muddy plus there were more storms in the area this morning. I went with Rick to his session with the counselor and he is expressing more and more that he wants to go home...even if it's just for a day. So, we are working with the insurance company to see if we can get a day pass for him. Rick's awareness level has really increased and he is more aware of his limitations than he has been...hopefully it will motivate him and not deter him. He told the counselor he was gonna have to "cowboy up", and I hope that's what he does. This evening he pulled good one on me. I was shaving him and he tilted his head back so I could get his neck real good. Right as I took my first pass across his neck he jumped and yelled "ouch!" I jumped back...I thought I had cut him. Then, I look at his face and he's got this big smile on his face and he says, "gotcha!"
We have had a steady turnover of patients here. There are only 2 patients left that were here when Rick was admitted. Some come in and you can't tell by looking at them that anything is wrong. But when they talk, they can't find the right words...or they know what they want to say, but that word isn't what comes out. Some are perfectly mobile and speak well, but can't read or write. It's really weird how each brain injury is so different. One thing they all have in common is how scared and unsure of things they are when they come in. It usually breaks my heart to watch them try to adjust the first few days.
Your mercy and loving-kindness, O Lord, extend to the skies, and Your faithfulness to the clouds. Your rightousness is like the mountains of God, Your judgments are like the great deep. O Lord, You preserve man and beast. Psalm 36:5, 6