The hard work begins

12:02pm

This morning at 7:30am, I checked my cell and found a 12:30am voice mail from rehab advising me that there had been an "incident, but Taylor is ok". In a panic, I called rehab and found that Taylor fell out of bed, but wasn't injured. I set a new land speed record getting to rehab to check on him. I was probably not a real pleasant person there this morning, since no one called our home at 12:30am after getting voice mail on the cell phone. I made sure they know in the future to call every number on the list until they reach me.

He's fine, but it could have been a real problem. He said he couldn't find the nurse call button, and had turned on his side to look for it and fell out. I'm not sure how he did that, since the bed rails prevent him from falling.

While I was there, the occupational therapist came to Taylor to take some measurements to gauge the range of motion in his arms and determine how his legs are. He was moved to a chair and taken to the exercise room where he began some written exercises to assess his fine motor skills. Later today, the physical therapist and speech therapist is working with him. He won't finish up until around 4pm, so we'll be back after that to spend the evening with him although he'll probably want to crash early. Today he'll get the biggest workout he's had in 2 months, so he sure to be tired.

This peacock was spotted this morning while driving through the FINR property. We told Taylor on Saturday that we had seen a peacock on the drive in, and he looked at us like we were nuts. Now, we have evidence!