TAYLOR MORRIS

Both Taylor and I have a competitive edge about us.  We are always making wagers over the littlest bets (how long it is take to get somewhere, who’s going to be the criminal at the end of our detective show we watch, if I can throw something into the garage can and make…basically anything and everything). We usually wager something like: a massage, cleaning up the dishes after dinner, who gets to pick out the movie.

Lately our day starts off by food services coming in around 6am to ask us what we want for breakfast.  Taylor ALWAYS gets the same thing; pancakes, Greek yogurt, grapes, oatmeal, and 2 chocolate Boost.  What actually is brought to our room is a mystery, so we have turned this into a fun game, “What’s for Breakfast Today.” We have been able to experience the whole breakfast menu.  One day we got, scrambled eggs, sausage, and an apple.  One day we received hard boiled eggs, bacon, and cereal.  Haha it’s always a fun mysterious game.

However, this morning everything was correct as we look at the tray(Greek yogurt, grapes, oatmeal, and 2 chocolate Boost).  The last test of trial, uncovering the plate…not only were the pancakes there but there was the correct amount.  But that’s not it, they were…blueberry pancakes! The kitchen decided to spice things up on this wonderful Friday morning; just spreading some weekend cheer.  TGIF!

The day itself was pretty typical…prosthetics, wound care, PT, OT… We did have two occurrences worth mentioning. The wound care team took the stitches out of both of his legs except for two tiny stranglers of stitches on his right leg.  They decided to give those stitches the weekend to fulfill their mission of suturing the skin together.  The second exciting occurrence in our hospital day was Taylor killed it in PT.  Towards the end of his workout they explained to him that possibly next week he would be able to use cable resistance tower for weight lifting.  You could tell that he was instantly excited about using the weight lifting machine to workout.  One of the first glimpses back into normalcy of life. Small victories.  Right before the workout finished, Taylor asked if he could stay late just to test out the machine.  Lets just say that was a small understatement.  Once Taylor started on the machine, you couldn’t get him off.  He would suggest one more rep doing this or one more rep doing that.  Before we knew it, we were a half hour over our regular PT time.  My favorite part about it was when he would get done with a rep he would look straight forward, bob his head with the expression of hell yeah, that felt right; lets do it again!

After our “hospital day” was over, I went back to the hotel to run, while Taylor worked on returning text messages and working with his phone.  We had plans for the evening to go on a double date with our friends, Tara and Isaac.  We were going to go out somewhere and grab a bit to eat but they spent the whole day in downtown DC so they suggested coming over to their place (building 62, the outpatient ward).  Taylor and I showered up, packed the necessities for a night out, and was about to stroll over there when the torrential downpour started.  First of all, Taylor and I are always up for an adventure. Secondly, we were determined to get over to their place for dinner and a movie.

While we were trying to figure out  our strategy to get Taylor, me, a wheelchair, the food, and the movies over to their place without getting completely soaked, a million and one ideas were thrown out there.  We settled on finding janitor, asking for several large garbage bags, and covering ourselves for the journey.  Taylor was covered with three different bags; one for himself, one for the electric wheelchair/motor, and one for the backpack full of food.  I just ripped a whole in the bottom of one bag and wore it as a poncho. But we made it.  We made it through the winds, pouring rain, and pooling streets of water!  Just another adventure to add to the books.

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