Sunday, April 15, 2007

I want a hair cut, a Sidekick and Shogun

5:50pm

Taylor has had another fever free day. Thank goodness. He was getting real tired of feeling that bad, and we were getting tired of being that worried.

He's had a pretty relaxing day - to the extent you can relax in a hospital bed for what is now 6.5 weeks. He had some friends come by and enjoyed some Dilaudid while he sat up in the chair.

Taylor had a couple of shaved spots where surgery has been done, so had kind of a modified Mohawk. We had Maria, the girl that has cut his hair for the past 7 or 8 years, come by the hospital to get everything cut to the same length. Taylor really likes the 'do now.

Months ago Taylor got on a Sidekick kick. He had a pretty impressive sales pitch, but it wasn't enough to make me buy one for him. Yesterday, he spelled out Sidekick on the alphabet board and began to tell me all the things he could do with it from rehab, including IM'ing us.

OK. We're weak. He's getting a Sidekick.

Shogun is a Japanese steakhouse in Lakeland that Taylor frequents often. He probably has a frequent flier card from the place. He's a true patron, always opting for chopsticks instead of a fork. Today he told us he wants to go to Shogun as soon as he gets out of rehab. Odds are, we'll take him the very night he gets discharged from the place.

We're looking forward to a nice, quiet evening tonight and hope Taylor will get through the night hassle free. If he'll keep this up, he should be able to do the surgery thing this coming Tuesday, the newest date set for that.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

He must be feeling much better and definitely firing on all 8 cylinders if he's already asking for presents! :) Good thing he didn't ask for a pony!
Glad to hear that he's progressing like the strong, stubborn child you two raised. I read his updates everyday and I think of you often.
Love from Texas,
Jenna

Anonymous said...

Haha! Suckas!!!! He's still got it!
Don't ever forget who you're talkin' to with this kid!
As our Dad would say, "That's my boy!"
Love and light,
Aunt Lynne