Today was my first day going to work again. It just didn’t feel right. I didn’t actually get to jump because it was too windy and rainy, but I was there all day. I’m still sorting my feelings about it, so I’ll wait to elaborate. It was an emotional experience for me though. I did not like kissing Nick good bye this morning and leaving him to himself. But even though I didn’t like it, he did great. He had a very productive morning until it was time to leave for Project Walk with his friend Bandito. At this point, even though Nick can drive, he still needs to be driven to therapy. More than an hour in each direction, with a two hour work out in between, is just too much for him. Maybe one day soon, but not now.
Today Bri put a table in front of him and a table behind him, had him stand between them and toss a ball back and forth. He said he could do about six tosses before losing his balance. And he explained that it was every ounce of strength and strain within him to hold his body up. I’m so bummed that I missed it. When he got home tonight, he was in a great mood. He felt good and said he had a great day.
He’s said a few times lately that “he wouldn’t do it again.” Meaning that if he had to re-do this nine month experience (or something similar) that he just wouldn’t do it. I’m not sure how I feel about that statement, but I can at least pull one positive thing from it. When he has said it, he says it in a way that alludes to the experience being over. Like he’s past the experience. And I think he feels that way a little bit. Even though he’s not completely rehabilitated, and has a long way to go, he’s past the hard part. He says the first 6 months were absolute hell, and that it’s been getting better ever since. I can sense it in him too. He is making huge strides daily. He’s incredible to me. Now, if I could just get him to trim that damn beard.