Friday

Ian's eyes are still swollen shut and he seems to be getting more and more frustrated with the nurses and all the therapists that are trying to help him. (It must be frustrating for him not to be able to roll his eyes at people annoying him like he always has done!)

It was so nice to be able to take him out on the patio today for some fresh air and I think he enjoyed going in the wheelchair --mostly because he hates the Oximeter (or whatever it's called that measures the oxygen in your blood) and when we were out of the room he didn't have to wear that -- plus no nurses bothering him -- I thought he'd never want to go back! But after about thirty minutes he was tired and asked if he could go back to bed.

He drank and ate more than yesterday but they still want him to get more. The little guy was thin already and looks quite a bit more so now. There were two times today that he got a little peek of sight out of his left eye and saw his mom and dad and some of the other neat things that have been sent to him.

I have worried a little because he has been feeling more pain -- if you ask him where it hurts, he says "Where do you think?" in his real annoyed voice. He has memorized all the questions that the nurses have to ask him for his amnesia test, and is so annoyed that people keep asking him the same questions over and over. "I've already told you all this." He says in his same annoyed voice. It must be driving him nuts that nobody here remembers his name, his birthday, his age, where he's from, where he's at, etc.... :) As a mother, I would like it if my son would be a little more polite to the people trying to help him. But at the same time, I'm glad my same little boy is in there.