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Day 4: Part 1...

July 19, 2014
Morning: I thought I'd start the morning with positivity after a night of on and off sleep and increased headaches.  A picture of success for all of you wanting to see Matt. He was able to use a little of his right leg to get into this chair, and although eating, bathing, and getting in the chair wore him out he is really glad to be sitting up. (Note: Don't you think the sunglasses add an extra bit of "I'm kicking ICU's butt" attitude?  They handle two issues at once: light sensitivity and looking cool in ICU.)


For better 
For worse.
In sickness
And in health.

We should have a day of steady visitors and staying on top of pain.  No tests or anything planned that we know of. Since it's Saturday and the ICU, he probably won't get PT and OT treatment.  However, I requested a copy of the exercises they'd like him to be doing and will be putting him to work later. 

More updates later.

- Marissa 

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  1. King AmyJuly 19, 2014 at 3:33 PM

    so proud of you marissa! you're kicking butt and matt is too! Yall make a great team

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