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Sunday Update: 01/08/06

Blessings for the day:
We had a nice end to the week with some quality family time with Matt’s parents, sister, and grandparents. We fried up the fish that we caught while on vacation last September…we’ve had it in our freezer all this time, waiting for a good time to get together and fry it on up. Yum! We all enjoyed the afternoon around the table with each other. The fish still tasted fresh, and it was a nice reminder of the last really fun time we had with Matt’s family…our Minnesota vacation. It’s still weird to think of how quickly our lives have changed. I look back at those pictures…the ones of Matt with the big walleye that he caught on his 30th b-day and just smile. I am so thankful I had such recent pictures to look at, to keep it fresh in our minds.

The week went by pretty smoothly, no major snags with his therapy or anything around the house. His schedule is still very random this week, but starting next Monday (the 16th) he’ll have therapy from 2-5:00 PM Mon-Thurs and 2-4:00 PM on Fri. It will be much easier to plan out our days after this week, when his schedule becomes more regular! Yahoo! In the meantime, I have gotten things set up to do my work from here as well. We got DSL hooked up on our home PC and I’ve got a nice work area set up on Matt’s desk down in his office. At first I didn’t like the idea of working downstairs if he was upstairs, in case he needed me, but we got walkie-talkies (as a holiday gift from his work) so now he can call me if he needs something. We are slowly starting to settle into a routine with things, as best we can with his erratic schedule, but it feels good to get back to working more. I went into the office last Thursday and Friday while he was at therapy, and I will continue to do so from here on out. I’m estimating that I should be able to work 5-6 hours a day between my time at home and at the office! So, that’ll be good! Everyone at work is so supportive of me and I am still quite blown away by it. I am still so very thankful for my job…it was been such a blessing for us both.

Matt is still getting to know his new therapists, and so far, so good. They are all equally invested in Matt and his recovery, which we thoroughly appreciate! We’re starting to get to know each other better, and what things Matt needs help with most. They have given him some various stretches and exercises that he can do here at home to help with his coordination and range of motion. He is so much more motivated to do these types of ‘homework’ activities now than he was while at Younker. (His old physical therapist Marcie would be proud…he’s pulling himself out to the edge of his chair the proper way…pulling himself forward with his muscles…instead of sliding his butt out the ‘lazy way’!) I’ve got him doing some various things around the house; folding towels, rinsing out pop cans, etc. I think we’ll start working on washing/drying dishes soon too! Of course, he gripes that he ‘never had to do that stuff before’, but it’s all good for him and I enjoy having the help! Matt has also been working diligently on standing up from his chair. He can get nearly all the way up without help. (This is something else he took upon himself to just work on by himself.) I am sure he could stand all the way up, but he would quickly lose his balance without someone there to help support him. But, it’s only a matter of time!!! Each day, I continue to be grateful that he is here with me at home! I think back to our life just a few months ago and can’t believe how far we’ve come. The hardest times are behind us now, and I truly feel things getting easier for us both. We’ve worked out most of the kinks and are starting to find easier and better ways to get around the house. As Matt said last week, ‘we’ve got it down!’


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