What a difference a day can make.
Mark told me first thing this morning that he knows he can't find the right words to say. He's frustrated that he isn't making any sense. He said, "It sucks to be me. It's hard being me." My heart was breaking. But I was thrilled to know that he recognizes that his language is impaired. I couldn't wait to tell the speech therapist about this epiphany.
He did AWESOME at his speech therapy. He was very clear and alert. Didn't get all the words right, but could convey what was happening on the cards in a concise manner with getstures and descriptions. I told him he did great and he said, "I thought I sucked. It's very frustrating for me." Again, my heart was breaking. But I also know how far he has come and truly how great he did today.
Mark took a good rest this afternoon and was in top form this evening. Alan & Kim came to visit and he was talking up a storm. He talked mostly about what happened to him and how long he was in the hospital. He was shocked to hear that Alan & Kim stayed at the hospital all night during his surgery, and that they were there every day. Not that they wouldn't care about him that much, but that someone would actually do that. He's realizing just how loved he is. We kept trying to talk about other things, but he kept coming back to the assault. Again, he was asking questions about things to which none of us have any answers. It is clear that he wants justice. And rightly so.
Alan was moving my office computer upstairs and was having some trouble with the phone and ethernet lines. Mark kept telling him not to worry about it...it was too much work...he'd take care of it tomorrow. Made us all smile. Alan needed a tool that Mark would use on the phone lines. I know he has one but it's in the low voltage kit that is missing. Mark said, "It's downstairs on the middle shelf by the punchdown block." We told him it wasn't, but he had to go down there to see for himself. It wasn't there, but he knew exactly what he was talking about. He also knew that the ethernet hadn't been punched down correctly. He then wanted to go out and look in his truck and in the white work truck. We all went out to help him and it was just so interesting to hear him talking about work stuff and remembering some things. Most of the cylinders were firing tonight and it was AWESOME to see it. For a short time he was back with us - minus the jumbled words. It was so fun to sit and talk with him.
Today's funny conversation was that he admitted that he grabbed the boob of one of the nurses. I believe it was Jasmine with the long blonde hair. He said, "It was pretty funny." Ha ha ha, Mark. Not funny.
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