Friday, Dennis and I went to the speech therapist for an assessment for assisted technology. We return next Tuesday morning to meet with the salesman and find the right fit for Dennis. Hopefully this will make a big improvement in Dennis' ability to communicate.
It will, however, mean another medical device in the house.
Next is an electric wheel chair and soon a medical bed.
I do not begrudge him any item that makes his life as full as possible. However, the syringe sitting on the kitchen counter top, along with the thickener, Miralax and the pill grinder are constant reminders that someone very sick lives here. The outfitted bathroom is easily recognized as a bathroom belonging to a disabled person. And a wheel chair, walker and soon an electric chair, while they serve their purposes, loom large over a small home and once again, remind.
I am getting used to the large, overstuffed, old-fashioned, brownish-colored tilt chair that sits among our modern leather furniture and HD flat screen living area, however. Well, not really, but he enjoys his football while sitting in it, so it's okay, after all.
And naturally, more to come.
Until then,
Ann and Dennis
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