Well Hello Everybody,
I’m sure you have all been missing ‘Ryanne’s Random Facts.’ I actually have a little bit of a story about myself that made Wesley laugh the other day so I guess I need to tell it on here so he can laugh at me again and the fact that I put this story up for all to see…
If you want to skip this story just scroll down, I made the start of Wes’ update in bold and blue.
Recently, Ben and I went out to eat with our friends, The Hawkes. We are leaving Louisiana soon and so we want to spend as much time with our friends as we can. We went a steak house. It is one of those restaurants with an unlimited supply of peanuts and after eating them you just toss the shells on the floor. It’s amazing.
Ben and I, being the carnivores that we are, both ordered our medium rare sirloins. DELISH! Seriously, every bite is heaven. We were having a great time. Half way through the meal I had to get up to use the restroom. For some odd reason, I always use the first stall if it is available. The door seemed a little odd. The locking mechanism was stiff but I didn’t really pay attention, with a little force the door closed… a few minutes later I realize I cannot get the door to open back up.
Whenever I am in a potentially awkward situation I feel like the air temperature around me raises about ten degrees… I was feeling it.
Luckily, my phone was in my pocket. I called Ben and this is our conversation:
Ben: Are you stuck in the toilet?
Ry: No, I’m stuck in the stall. I can’t get the stupid door open.
Ben: (starts laughing a little bit) I’ll send Shelby in to help you.
A few seconds later Shelby comes in, and with both of us trying to twist the lock it doesn’t budge so we do the only logical thing.
Shelby karate kicks the door.
Do I have any other option at this point. There is no way I am going to ask for more people to come in and try to get me out of the bathroom stall, and there is NO WAY I am going to crawl underneath the stall. The only way out is over the top, obviously.
For those of you who don’t me, I’m not as athletic as I once was and I am rather clumsy. I stood on the toilet and the top of the stall still came to about my shoulders. Luckily, I was in the first stall because I could land on the sink on the other side. I’m not about to explain how I got over; I’ll let you use your imagination. Somehow, when my siblings imagined all this it made them crack up.
Update on Wes from My Dad
Sunday was a great family day for us. Wes was permitted to leave the hospital grounds and travel, by wheelchair, off property. The Nate & Britt Family and the Dallin & Ashley Family joined us. It was a beautiful sunny day and we took a long walk around the hospital with wheelchair, strollers, and kids in tow. Wesley frequently had two little boys riding in his lap.
Somebody found Papa’s glasses. These girls are funny.
Earlier in the day dear friends from the Greenway Ward brought us the sacrament and share some thoughts with us. We had another family here in rehab join us. It was Gina and Steve and their family. we really enjoyed visiting with them. It was a great day. It was even better because Nate stayed the night with Wes and gave Karen and I another break to sleep in a regular bed. We sure have the best kids.
It was back to work and no fooling around. when we got to the hospital Nate had Wes dressed and ready to go. We spent more time this evening working with Wes on the dragon software, it takes a long time to go through the tutorial but we are making progress. Eventually, we will need some advanced help but we are making some progress.
Wes continues to feel everything, only no muscles control in his legs and down. He can tell when his feet are not just right or his knee is bent differently and he has been holding a grudge because I stepped on his toes a few days ago and they still hurt and bother him. we have not heard from a credible source but we think that is a good sign. He looks remarkably good and healthy. He still needs to eat a little better. We are still trying to find a vehicle to transport him in, but we are making progress. Tomorrow should be a great day.