Let's cut right to the chase!
On the disability rating scale, I am 'confused' still! We haven't gotten past the traumatic amnesia yet, but we are getting close!
In TR therapy, it was a co-treat with OT. I played hover soccer and asked if I could paint on a canvas. I helped with the setup and spoke of my children and leisure activities I enjoyed participating in.
Today for PT my mom and my sister were with me. We worked on more gait training, and I climbed FOUR steps! It was noted that I use the handrails heavily for support. I also worked on using a walker a little today. She said I did well with it!
With OT my brother was there as well as my mother and sister. This is what she had to say:
"OT Additional Education: Completed toilet transfer training with patients' mother, brother, and sister. All completed transfer on/off toilet assisting pt safely. All cleared by communication order to assist patient with toileting as needed. Educated on safe donning/doffing of both alarm belt and gait belt during transfers. "
So, I feel bad that my brother had to learn how to get me on and off the toilet safely. But I guess that's what happens when you visit me!
I was able to paint and made my own decisions throughout and initiated conversation. I also learned where the call bell was and how to use it. Which button I needed to push and so forth. I asked her questions about the television. Where the remote was and what buttons I needed to push to navigate. I told her that my vision was super blurry so she wrote that I would need to see a neuro ophthalmologist when I discharged.
In my labs today, they are finding that I have a sort of liver injury. So, they have stopped the Ritalin...not sure why I was even put on it but they started it yesterday. And they changed the Tylenol to ibuprofen. We are going to keep monitoring to see how it goes! Hopefully it all clears up.
With speech therapy today my husband was present. They noticed a rash around my stoma site and called in nursing to assess it and let the doctor know so he could follow up with it. Today I was a 30 out of 30 on the orientation log. This suggests I am likely out of posttraumatic amnesia. Honestly though, I still don't remember my brother at all! I didn't even know that he visited me at Sheltering Arms. And which sister was it? I don't know. I was given a small magnifying glass today though to help me see things a little closer.
Today we went over my discharge plans. They are to be discharged with my husband and they have all of his contact information. They also said that my family would be there as a much needed and required support. That part made me very sad. You'll find out why in the weeks to come. Lord knows every little bit of help could have been life changing.
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