|Reuniting with his brother, Puck was all smiles:)|
I forced him to use the wheel chair to get to the bathroom last night which felt like a come to Jesus moment. I think we were both crying by the time I got him there. I taught him to yell out "afraid" or "hurts" as I couldn't decipher his screams. It seemed to work and for the most part he was afraid.
He slept on the couch last night and my husband slept beside him on an air mattress.
I hope today is better. As long as we aren't asking him to move he is in pretty good spirits. I'm trying not to look too far ahead down the road like how am I supposed to go back to work when he is like this and how is he going to go to school?