Today was another quiet day. Bob sat in a chair/bed for two hours. That tuckered him out. One thing that happened and was funny was when I entered the room this morning. Michele, his sister, and Dean, her husband, entered the room before me. Bob's eyes were wide opened and looking at them. When he saw me, he wouldn't take his eyes off of me, and he had a look on his face that he wanted a kiss. The way he was looking so anxiously, I couldn't move fast enough; I am very slow moving. It was so funny to see his excitement even though, he can't move. After his kiss, I gave him a hug. He moved his arm as though he wanted to hug me back but, he's not strong enough to lift his arm to touch me. I know what he wanted to do.
He may not have much arm strength, but he has very strong grip strength. I gave him a rolled up washcloth to hold. I tried to take it from him, because his arm muscles were beginning to twitch. It took three of us to pry it from his hand. He was holding it so tight. He must have been thinking about whipping cattle around or bailing hay.
The catheter was taken out of his head. Now the only thing attached to him is his trach and a mist blower tube.
Have you figured out your life's lesson from this event yet? Email it to me. I'm going to list them anonymously, of course.
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