Monday

We took a little ride to University Hospital today to get a test that the doctor wanted. It's called a SPCT (people always say "spect") scan. It works like all of those kind of scans. You sit in a little machine that rotates around you for 15min and shoots particles at you. This one shows blood flow in the brain and we'll get the results in a few days in color. The test was pretty uneventful, except that the dye they inject you with made her tongue tingly for a while.

It was a real drag going to a hospital, even for a test. As much as Rusk doesn't feel like home, a hospital is worse. Linda put a good face on it, but she was just being brave--she hated the whole thing. At least we didn't have to wait a lot, so we were back fast (about 2 hours). She perked up as soon as we returned and was laughing within minutes.

She's eating dinner tonight in the meal room with her sister Mary. Dinner in this case means mashed potatoes with gravy and thickened Pepsi. She had a sublime smile on her face when I left to make this post. The speech therapist there said she was doing great. According to Linda, mashed potatoes are harder than ice cream (it takes a lot of tongue work to get them to the back of your mouth).