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Thursday Update: 12/22/05

Well, here we are all snuggled in bed on our second night at home…and things are going great. We spent the day hanging around the house…Matt worked on catching up on all his hot rod magazine reading while I baked cookies and cleaned up the house. We are starting to settle into things together here and I think we’re going to do just fine.

We had a visit from a home health nurse just to check in on everything, and to see if there was anything they could do to help us out. Turns out, we won’t actually need anything from them! We practiced the shower again this morning with the tub bench, and Matt did really well. I originally thought it could be helpful to have another person there when he was showering, but it went so well this morning that I don’t think it will be necessary. I know that as time goes by we will just get better and better at it. The nurses thought we were doing great and wished us well.

As it turns out Matt doesn’t begin his outpatient therapy at Penn Ave until next Wednesday…so he’ll have a whole week off. The case manager had a hard time working out his schedule with the new therapists so that they could see him all at once and with the holidays, they thought it work better to start next week. So, we go on Wednesday the 28th for the first time. In the mean time, we have various exercises that he can be doing to keep things limbered up. They also knew that he’d have to get around the house and that’d be work too. Matt wasn’t unhappy about the week-long break, that’s for sure!

We are both finally looking forward to our family Christmases. It seems like we had so much on our minds for so long, that we didn’t really have much time to think about it. We are spending Christmas Eve with my family and Christmas Day with his. Both families are coming here, so we can enjoy our families at our house. It will be so nice to have them all here and celebrate together. This truly is a special Christmas for us…and we have much to be thankful for.

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