JackieG
Posted : 3/23/2010 2:55:58 PM
Cake, dreams, kitten dying, monster getting released, pudgy soft tummies. Oh and a single sewer guy. First things first. Lauren, I will keep you in my thoughts and prayers. I wish I could come up there and be waiting for the guy when he gets out. No one would suspect that some old broad all the way from Texas would intentionally run his a$$ over and over and over. I hope the next appeal is successful.
Tina, one word about the sewer guy. No. He has that many kids under 18? He's got to be tapped out with child support payments. lol Hold out for this PT guy. I saw him again this morning and I think he winked at me. Maybe I winked at him, not sure. lol If you're going to wash some guy's clothes wouldn't you rather wash good clean sweat than sewer gunk? lol
Pudgy tummy blues. I got em too. I just don't let it get me down because I've learned that it just depresses me and that makes me eat more. We all have a body image that we feel is who we really are and when the mirror tells us the truth it can be very upsetting. I say forget the mirror and the self loathing and just enjoy life. Exercise when you can and when you can't, eat cake. LOL OK, so I'm not a life coach. Eat carrots. Is that better?
Erica, so sorry about the little kitty. Run free, tiny one.
Annie, I know a few people who had the endoscope thing done. Piece of cake. I seem to have cake on the brain. lol You won't remember a thing when you wake up from the great drugs they dispense. Ask for some to take home and then call me. 
If either of you gals need a cake taster, you know who to call. :)
OK, now on to my great news!! Charles and I met with the speech therapist this morning. No, Courtney, she would not agree to teach him how to recite poetry to me on bended knee. That would completely freak me out and I would call 911 if he did that. lol
He doesn't need any work on cognitive skills, memory, etc. She gave him some tests and he passed all with flying colors. The last one was super hard and it took him at least five minutes to complete. It's hard to describe but she said he had no impairment based on that test alone. It involved the higher learning area of the brain and required extreme concentration and focus. I was so glad. Glad I wasn't the one being tested. lol
I think I have been such a worry wart that I have been imagining some things with his memory. Actually, it's things that he would have forgotten before this happened. Example: Me: "Sweetcakes (no I don't really call him that, this is a dramatization) tomorrow you have an appointment with your PT guy." Him: ok. Three hours later. Him: When is my appointment with PT guy?" Me: "OMG, you don't remember, you must have brain damage". I don't say that but you get the idea.
The speech therapist recommended that when he is released to go back to work that he ease in with half days for a few weeks. She said he will be exhausted if he hits the ground running with full 8-9 hour days. His employer has a program that allows just that. I think he's doing fantastic and today's meeting with the speech therapist took a huge load off my mind. I didn't realize how much I was worried about it until I found out I could stop worrying. Now we get him built up, strength wise, and it's back to work. I made him do some of the back exercises last night that the hottie, I mean PT guy, sent home. Charles didn't want to but I insisted. I have no problem cracking the whip when it's for his own good. LOL Now I just need someone to do that for me.
Cathy, feel better and I second the hot toddy for your throat. I'll come over and make some for both of us. lol