Well I just came from seeing my stepdad in his new rehab hospital. I avoided seeing him for several days because I was fighting a cold.
This is going to be severe change for all of us. Yes he has his motor skills, communication and a good part of his memory. For that we're all thankful. However the part of his brain that the stroke affected is now clear to us. It's difficult for his to PROCESS information. He also has trouble concentrating his mental efforts. While talking to him earlier his phone began to ring. He continued to keep talking to me, seemingly oblivious to his phone ringing. Finally whoever the caller was hung up, and then my bag started to vibrate. That equation equals "My Mom". I made mention of my phone ringing, and reached for my bag. As I answered the phone, I was shocked to see my stepdad "trying" to comprehend that he had a phone call and he THEN proceeded to talk into his phone. DIAL TONE AND ALL. He then realized he "missed the call", and he was trying to figure out how to turn up the volume on his phone (mind you nothing was wrong with the volume, you could hear it from the hallway). After fiddling with the phone console, he then put on his glasses and reached over to his hospital TV and started pushing the VOLUME BUTTONS on it thinking it would turn up the phone.......
I kept trying to explain to him that it was MY CELL PHONE that I was on, and tried to give him the phone so he could talk to my mother and he didn't even acknowledge my presence. He just started to remember something else, and kept on talking......
Needless to say, shit is different.
I want to cry, but I don't remember how. I've lost too much too quick.
Peace yall
This is going to be severe change for all of us. Yes he has his motor skills, communication and a good part of his memory. For that we're all thankful. However the part of his brain that the stroke affected is now clear to us. It's difficult for his to PROCESS information. He also has trouble concentrating his mental efforts. While talking to him earlier his phone began to ring. He continued to keep talking to me, seemingly oblivious to his phone ringing. Finally whoever the caller was hung up, and then my bag started to vibrate. That equation equals "My Mom". I made mention of my phone ringing, and reached for my bag. As I answered the phone, I was shocked to see my stepdad "trying" to comprehend that he had a phone call and he THEN proceeded to talk into his phone. DIAL TONE AND ALL. He then realized he "missed the call", and he was trying to figure out how to turn up the volume on his phone (mind you nothing was wrong with the volume, you could hear it from the hallway). After fiddling with the phone console, he then put on his glasses and reached over to his hospital TV and started pushing the VOLUME BUTTONS on it thinking it would turn up the phone.......
I kept trying to explain to him that it was MY CELL PHONE that I was on, and tried to give him the phone so he could talk to my mother and he didn't even acknowledge my presence. He just started to remember something else, and kept on talking......
Needless to say, shit is different.
I want to cry, but I don't remember how. I've lost too much too quick.
Peace yall