We got transferred to TIRR today. Didn't get into a room until almost 6:00, and by that point I was so tired I couldn't see straight. We'll start tomorrow with evaluations by occupational, speech and physical therapists to see what they think he can do in terms of recovering use of the neglected side of his body. I have immense faith in the program and in Pete to work hard to get himself moving.
Of course, that's the secondary thing that happened today. The best part was him complaining of pain and tingling in his left arm. Yup, you read that right, the left arm was having pain and tingling. He said he noticed it when I was working his fingers, hand, arm and shoulder like the PT had told me to do. He also turned his head to me without me saying anything to him. While I was pulling his elbow in and out, he pulled it toward his body a bit. Later, when a nurse came in to draw blood, and decided to take out the IV line, she had to pull the taped dressing off his arm, taking off a good bit of hair with it. He was pulling on that arm, wincing and otherwise going crazy over it. I tried to explain to him what an accomplishment that is, he didn't seem to think so, but I think that's part of the neglect thing.
Because of his fall yesterday, I was very much unable to sit quietly during his OT session this afternoon. So, I went out into the waiting room for a good while to let them do their thing without me hovering and drawing in quick breaths of worry.
I was very emotional at this next phase in Pete's recovery. Three weeks have passed since I got "that" call from Monica that Pete was not himself and it seems like forever ago. How quickly and unexpectedly things change! I could tell Anna tonight that daddy's "boo boo head" was getting better.