Hiya – Chris is improving daily. Today he stood unassisted (but with nurses at the ready of course) for two minutes.
Barbara later laid out cards for him to play snap – after a few minutes she said ‘bit boring isn’t it’ and Chris agreed so Barbara laid out a Patience game which Chris has played correctly several times since.
I asked if he wanted another Disney cartoon & he gave me a grimace – so I asked if he wanted something a bit more stimulating (I now come prepared to the bedside with B’ s laptop loaded with stuff). He finally put headphones on (another first) and watched a Stan Brakhage clip with (what looked like) intense pleasure (heck maybe it was terror?!?).
Then Chris took out his journal & wrote many words – some of them even made sense. We can see he’s frustrated but he has a fantastic attitude towards relearning the skills that have been impaired by the stroke. Chris’ lifelong habit of learning is paying off in spades at this point.
So yeah, today again it all looks good. Tomorrow we have the meeting with doctors. Roy
PS.Thanks again to all for your comments – and just to prove that we am reading them here are the lyrics for ‘Meat’
Lyrics & Chords to ‘Meat’ by Chris A. Knox from the album ‘Croaker’ as transcribed from memory by Sam Wallace at Auckland hospital on 21/06/09 who then e-mailed in the missing section – uh, and then possibly mangled in order by your’s truly (sorry Chris)
There’s this guy in a hole
and his arms are unjointed
and he sways….
There’s a gap where his eyes
used to stare disappointed
at the days…
We don’t have
Much time to
Say all the things we have to say
But still we
Pay mind to
The flesh that’s destined for the clay
There’s a book that I read
Made from muscle and sinew from my side
Though the writing is poor
I’m compelled to continue where I lied
There’s a bone in my hand
Freshly wrenched from the manhole at my feet
And it writes from the book
Dripping words I untangle from the meat
There’s a song in my mouth
struggling hard to escape me while it may
But it’s viscous and raw
Too naive and unshapley to betray
And we don’t to waste our time
In case we’re past our peak and prime
And now must fall into decay….
So close your eyes and close your mind
Pretend with me that we have climbed
Out of the shadows of the grave….