Update on Tucker #3

Tucker's slowly taking the hard road of recovery. I can't imagine how it would be for a highly independent, introverted teenager to be constantly surrounded by people, have to have help for everything (using the restroom, getting food, turning on Netflix, changing, etc.), and not be able to see to orient himself.

As my grandma Hoss said, "We live in our minds." I can imagine that a mind would be hard place to be for an injured person. Sometimes he gets confused because of his lack of eyesight, wonky sleep schedule, and medications. 

On the bright side, he's also been in really good moods. Last night he informed Dad that to please a lady, you have to do three things. 1) Be a smooooth criminal. 2) Sing a smoooth criminal song. 3) Have a slight cough. (The last one's a little too convenient for Tucker's sake, but hey, I'll let it pass.) When he's in good moods we have great chats and he can be very loving. When he's in not so great of mood, it's hard for him to tell who's trying to help him and who's trying to hurt him.

Granted, everyone is trying to help him. (Some of the employees are better than others.) Some of the nurses, security guards, CNAs have been incredibly loving and give me hope in the human race. 

Because the wound was self-inflicted, there has to be a guard or CNA in the room with him to keep him safe. Last night, the guard ran back and forth to the "nourishment" room at least six times to get apple juice, jello, sandwiches, waters, coffees, and not just for Tucker, but for me also. Some of the nurses are the same way, and the same goes for some of the CNAs. Of course after two weeks here, we have our favorites. I keep hoping the "love of his life" will come back and help, because he really tries to be on good behavior for her.

I keep praying for so many things for him. Eyesight, peace, rest, pain-management, that he'll know how much we love him, that he'll feel God's love, that he'll have a good physical recovery, that he'll have a good mental recovery, that our family will be able to know how to help him best, that he'll cooperate with treatment, that God will guide the doctors'/nurses'/guards'/CNAs'/radiologists' hands, and more.

And miracles keep happening, so I'm definitely not going to say any definites about Tucker. Right now it looks like he may be blind, but Christmas night it looked like he wouldn't survive, and here we are, two weeks later, making plans for the future.