Voice!
Ginger Ale!
Mike said, “Hi. He loves
everybody. ”
Nikky was with me today. Since you are back in the BICU, we got suited up to come in. When we got in the room, you motioned for us to bring the chair over and for me to sit down in it. Then I heard, “I wanted you to sit down for this.” Of course, I jumped up. “Oh my God, oh my God! You can talk!!!” That’s when I noticed the red cap in your trach. I can’t believe I didn’t notice it right away! You said, “I got some ginger ale too.”
“Was it nectar of the gods?”
“Oh my God. They told me go ahead, take a sip. Then I crunched on the ice. They told me it was OK, but I said, “I’ve got to feel every molecule.”
Then you made and snatching motion, “Then they said, ‘OK, you’ll get more tomorrow,” shook your head and grinned.
You also got to try a little applesauce and a bit of graham cracker. It's a slow go, because they can't take a chance on anything getting into the lungs. You've got to learn to swallow again.
Day Thirty Seven: I heard my brother’s voice. When I told you I'd go home and put it on the blog right away, you said, "Put Mike said Hi. He loves everybody."
The physical therapist said you could manage the technique right after the speech people taught you what to do. She said most people do a little at a time over a few hours. We’ve been telling them you’re a talker.
Hear you tomorrow brother.
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3 comments:
I'm sitting here bawling in my cube! Daddy! YAY!!! This is torture! I want to talk to you so badly! Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful.
I am so happy for you! What a red letter day....enjoy the sensations.
this is GREAT!!!! you are such a fighter and you have certainly proved that!
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