davey update-tuesday 5pm

from davey:
Well Katie finally woke up, but not on her own accord. Physical Therapy was in and they do not play nice. Basically two of them man-handle Katie into an upright position sitting on the edge of her bed. Then then got her to stand up and walk about 15 feet around her bed and to the door. Now they act all nice and friendly, but there was no negotiating with them, so Katie walked. Now she was getting help but the therapist was very pleased with her strength.

After the walk they sat her in a chair like yesterday and had her sit for about 30 minutes. During that time a nutritionist came in and ordered Katie some food. Mark had stopped by just before the PT's arrived and so he and I kept Katie company while we waited for her food. Basically it was much like Sunday with Katie trying to complete some very important thoughts but never quite getting there. So, I showed her a copy of THE PICTURE (just scroll up if your not sure of what I speak), and asked her if she knew who the person in the middle is. It took her a minute but she eventually said, "me". Very good, I said, so who is the guy beside you. To which she replied, "orange juice, you need sugar". To which I replied, "you worry about yourself". Many of you may not know that I am Type I diabetic and Katie's biggest fear in the world is me being by myself and going "low blood sugar" and slipping into a diabetic coma. So her first instinct for me is worry/protection. This is good, but I also feel bad that even now she is worrying (which is sin by the way! Phil 4). She couldn't get any of the kids names and after a while I told her to take a break. Mark and I thought we would use the break to pray for her and as he came close to her she said, "hi Mark". Wow, I get orange juice and he gets his first name (more on this little development later). We had a great time praying and claiming God's promises over her and when we were done she said thank you.

The food arrived shortly after that and I left Mark to watch Katie while I went to get the Speech Pathologist as she was wanting to be there when Katie was eating. So after tracking down the Speech lady I came back to an interesting development. Imagine walking in seeing your wife making out with your best friend. Apparently it wasn't that bad, at least that's what they told me. I guess Katie had decided to all of a sudden stand up and Mark had to get to her in a hurry as she is still not the most stable when she stands up. This next part absolutely cracks me up. While Mark is holding her up (picture them dancing, though not really, supposedly) she is pulling the old, "hey, what is that over there" trick, trying to get Mark to look away so she could slip by him. Fortunately Mark is not 3 years old and didn't fall for it. But it was funny.

Mark left and we sat down with the Speech Pathologist and ate some macaroni, fruit, and a chocolate shake. She loved the fruit and shake, but was only mildly interested in the macaroni (which was very bland and desperately needed salt). At the end of the meal the therapist asked her what her husband's name was and she immediately replied, "idiot". Just kidding, "Dave", is what she said. I guess she was feeling guilty about the whole Mark thing. It was cool for me to hear that as that is the first time she has said my name since the surgery. She has said "babe" a number of times which is what she calls me most of the time, but this was the first time she said "Dave". The therapist asked her what her kids names are, to which she replied, Tayler and Aubree. Again I was thrilled as this was the first time she has said their names. The therapist asked her if she had a baby boy, to which she got that look on her face that says, "what you talking about Willis!?!" We decided that was enough for today and dropped it.

Again, another great day with big improvements on the physical side as well as the cognitive. She is sleeping now as we have once again wore her out, though not as much interaction as Sunday so I'm hoping to have a good talk with her tomorrow morning.