Look what was in my mailbox yesterday! This is from my health insurance company. They had sent me a questionnaire a few weeks ago, wondering if I was still quit, how many setbacks I had (zero!), whether and how I used their services. I never expected that I'd get a Certificate of Achievement -- and a gift!
Take a closer look (click for big, as always) -- it's no gold watch, but have you ever seen a more adorable keychain calculator? What is it about miniatures -- miniature anything -- that appeals so much? I doubt that I'll put it on my keychain, but it will fit perfectly into my knitting tool/gadget box.
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Michael was with it even more last night. He passed swallow test #2 with flying colors, so the trach has been removed and he is on a diet of soft foods, which apparently includes chicken breast (lunch), meatloaf and green beans (dinner), along with the usual suspects (applesauce, pudding, mashed potatoes). His diet is supplemented with tube feedings yet, 'til there is no question about his tolerance for solid food and to make sure he's getting the nourishment he needs. He's lost at least 20 pounds these last few weeks.
There was a full day of therapies yesterday, with a slightly reduced schedule today. He was able to recall and tell us about activities during the day and who visited or called. He's also becoming more and more frustrated with his situation -- he referred to the hospital as a prison yesterday, and is very uncomfortable in the brace/collar -- and what a pain in the ass to get in and out of that full brace. One of the worst parts and a huge frustration is that he can't look down. When dinner was brought in last night, Mom asked him if it smelled good and he said that it sure did, but he wished he could see it. He also complained of a stiff neck. Poor little brother. I'm afraid the biggest challenge in the next few weeks is going to be keeping his spirits up. Any and all suggestions for making this phase more tolerable are most welcome. ; )