I was just talking to my girlfriend Shannon earlier today about how we can’t just hold onto the Good Days for strength. It’s not enough. And usually an entire day can’t be classified as good anyway. There are too many ups and downs, moment to moment. So we have to hold onto the good moments to give us strength through the bad ones. Little did I know how quickly we’d be living this testimony.
After a great day of therapy and new discoveries, he suddenly began feeling sick. The kind of sick that sent him to the hospital last Monday. Intense abdominal pains, nausea and the inability to fart. Next thing I know he’s puking! Well, at least it made his stomach pains go away. But we still don’t know what’s going on. Poor guy. Seriously, will he ever catch a fucking break? This is a holiday! He deserves the day off. I’d happily take his place so he could just shut off for a while. Actually I’d take his place permanently so he didn’t have to suffer anymore. I realize though, that our rolls aren’t reversed because neither one of us could handle the other’s position. This is how it needs to be. It’s obvious. But still, it hurts to see him hurting. Especially with something as ridiculous as a stomach ache.
He ended up puking again about two hours later. Twice as much this time. And somehow I managed to catch a bit of post puke spit on my face. Gross. He’s sleeping peacefully, finally. But right before he dozed off, he said he wasn’t completely sure if he got everything out. So I’m sleeping in his room again tonight, and this time I have a real bed.
In therapy today, prior to being sick, we discovered that he can sit on the edge of the bed and hold himself upright without the use of his hands! I almost laughed myself into happy tears when he showed me this. His core is getting stronger and his balance is coming back.
Happy 4th of July everyone. Sure doesn’t feel like a holiday here, except for the fireworks popping all around outside our room. I ran around the corner to a fireworks stand earlier and bought a few pieces. Not for tonight of course. They are for blowing shit up when we finally get home.
Nick Fener 