Today is the third month anniversary of March 6th - the day Taylor came within minutes of either death or brain damage that he could not recover from. It was at about 5:30pm when things went sour, fast. If you missed it, you can read about it here.
About a year ago, Taylor hit me up for a Sidekick - a fancy cell phone with email, web browsing and instant message capabilities. The answer was...."uh...no.". I told him if HE wanted to buy one, I'd keep paying his cell phone monthly average and he'd pick up the difference.
In April, when Taylor was in the Trauma Unit, able to communicate by pointing to letters on an alphabet chart. He said "If you got me a Sidekick, I could IM you from rehab". That was, of course, a bit of a low blow. What could I say..."No, I don't want you to instant message me from rehab". So, I ran out and bought one, but he wasn't able to use it right away. In fact, he couldn't hold it due to his weak right side.
That has changed. He's been instant messaging friends, sending email and programming in all his numbers from his other phone. It really does help work his fine motor skills, although he didn't think about using that as an argument. He just went straight for the dagger in the heart.
The Instant Message
Yesterday, I got my FIRST instant message. I have wireless internet in my car, so I was able to let him know when I was on the way to visit. Finally....the first instant message. I realize it was a con to get me buy him one, but after what he's been through, all he had to do was ask. It was good to see, however, that while in the Trauma Unit his conning skills were intact.
About a year ago, Taylor hit me up for a Sidekick - a fancy cell phone with email, web browsing and instant message capabilities. The answer was...."uh...no.". I told him if HE wanted to buy one, I'd keep paying his cell phone monthly average and he'd pick up the difference.
In April, when Taylor was in the Trauma Unit, able to communicate by pointing to letters on an alphabet chart. He said "If you got me a Sidekick, I could IM you from rehab". That was, of course, a bit of a low blow. What could I say..."No, I don't want you to instant message me from rehab". So, I ran out and bought one, but he wasn't able to use it right away. In fact, he couldn't hold it due to his weak right side.
That has changed. He's been instant messaging friends, sending email and programming in all his numbers from his other phone. It really does help work his fine motor skills, although he didn't think about using that as an argument. He just went straight for the dagger in the heart.
The Instant Message
Yesterday, I got my FIRST instant message. I have wireless internet in my car, so I was able to let him know when I was on the way to visit. Finally....the first instant message. I realize it was a con to get me buy him one, but after what he's been through, all he had to do was ask. It was good to see, however, that while in the Trauma Unit his conning skills were intact.
Well, I'm all about him having the sidekick. they're cool. he needs one. so says his aunt mary
ReplyDeleteI always knew he had you, Suzie and Lauren wrapped around his little finger!!!! Dads can be such suckers!!!
ReplyDeleteDenys