The last time I had Ryan in the improvised standing frame was the week before Christmas. He was miserable. His pulse was around 170. His respiration was fast and shallow. It was a disaster.
What a difference between then and yesterday. He was so calm, at times, I thought he might be enjoying it. I must be making some progress reversing his foot drop (although I can’t see it), because the ankle harness can be pinned down further. I left him in this standing position for almost two hours and talked to him. Talking is something I do all day. I want Ryan to know, if he is able, that I am right with him.
If he understands, he surely thinks I’m crazy. I’ve developed a potentially hazardous habit of thinking out-loud. It’s gotten me in hot water from time-to-time. How many husbands are told by their wife, “We want people to like us. So, no talking about watching porn in your underwear and smoking cigars today!”,… or “you intimidate the doctors.”,… or even more broadly “you scare people.”?
Sorry, I lost my filter at the ICU entrance of WVU Ruby Memorial Hospital on November 7, 2009. If found, consider giving it to the Vantrease Family.