Monday, December 29, 2014

Mongolian Bistro

      Stairs I am going up the stairs. 12 on the first set then 14, second floor is 15, then 13. I am getting stronger.

     Bruce is in the shower, a blonde brought him in the room wrapped in towels. She is married to a 6 ft 5 in, 300 pound ex football player that works on the psych ward. She is a floater, that means she works where they need her. 
      This nursing crew is behind schedule. Bruce's misses his breakfast.  
      
     OT sub is here, she had him do ranging and stretches with his arms, he is impressing her with lifting the wooden dowel. Andrews laughs at him because he is a weight lifter and can do 115 lbs and is a teenager.

      He has half an hour to eat his breakfast before the next scheduled event. He has biscuits and gravy that I reheat in the microwave, a fruit plate and cranberry juice. 
        PT ranges him on the mat. They stretch his legs and left arm. 
     For lunch Bruce had beef, broccoli and rice stir fry and a banana on the side. I had the Hunter's Stew. That was a very thick beef stew in a bread roll with chocolate milk. I ate all mine. 
      Bruce has a half hour before the next round of therapy. He decides to put his feet up and is soon asleep.
    This is what I see out of the hospital window. The have eight new patients today.
      After lunch instead of doing therapy we look at a wheel chairs and Scott the man with a very deep voice took his measurements. His demo chair is royal blue with red reflectors on the back. It is snazzy. We get to keep it for a day.
    While looking at the wheelchair I over heard another therapist say to an adult female patient, "good job not using any bad words." 
   OT was dipping his left hand in wax, finished that then lifting a three pound weight 15 times. He is getting stronger! Bruce wants to buy a parabath for home. I figured we could just use a crock pot. It has to be a certain temperature. Paraffin wax comes in smells too. He wasn't interested in lavender or mint. He wants manly smells, musk, bacon, pine or roadkill. We will google it. I think I want to try it too.
    It is 25' degrees outside and snowing. The nurses put long pants on Bruce, his sweatshirt, hat and gloves. He gets chilled easily. We are going on a field trip! We are going to accessvansid.com. A man named Chris was paralyzed c- 5 paraplegic incomplete 15 years ago. He was an automotive body shop owner. Since then he purchases mini vans and makes them wheelchair accessible. He showed us a couple we might be interested in. We will make an appointment and rent the vans for a day and see if we like them. Chris doesn't like the royal blue on Bruce's chair. Bruce tells him it is the high school colors. That seems to pacify the man in a yellow wheelchair. 
   On the way home Cindy the rec therapist suggests we eat out. We go to Mongolian Bistro. It is early so it is not crowded. We get the medium sized bowls. I walk by the food case and Bruce tells me what he wants in his bowl. Bruce is able to lower the wheelchair so he fits under the table. I am liking this chair. 
     Don't know this young man, but I had to get a picture of how high he filled his bowl. An inspiration for us all.
      The finished product, he ate all of his.
    We returned to our room and we skypped Bruce's older sistah Kathy. That was a good therapy session. Family is good for the soul. We met Megan and saw and talked to cousin Jason and their two beautiful, fun daughters who just got out of a bubble bath hot tub. 
     Had to get Bruce into bed he was shivering. Unfortunately the timing was off, shift change. They did show me where the heated blankets are so I can get them now. Twenty minutes later they show up to do tolieting and get him ready for bed. They do have 8 more patients... 
    Andrew's bb team won the first game. He is in a tournament at Stayton Or. Their team won the tournament last year. Our oldest son Ben and his family went to the game and got there for the second half. Andrew did not play the second half. Tomorrow's game is at 6 pm. 

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