Appointments highlighted in yellow.
Numbers to call during office hours, after hours, and in emergencies.
Noah received a journal divided into sections for sleep, pain, memory, mood, and daily activity.
“You can write in it,” Dr. Whitcomb said. “Or Reid can. The goal is to identify patterns.”
“What if the pattern is that I hate journals?” Noah asked.
“Record that on page one.”
Priya reviewed transfer techniques.
She made Noah move from the bed to the powered chair while I stood nearby without helping.
He glared at me.
“I’m following instructions.”
“You’re enjoying this.”
“Watching you succeed?”
“Watching me struggle.”
“That is not true.”
“You’re smiling.”
“You threatened the chair when it scraped the bed.”
“It started it.”
Priya sighed.
“I am going to miss neither of you.”
Noah managed the transfer.
His breathing quickened, but he remained upright and stable.
I handed him the coffee.
He accepted it with the expression of a man receiving a medal.
Dr. Whitcomb closed the binder.
“You will likely experience increased fatigue for several days. Home is quieter than the ward, but it containsmore unfamiliar information. Every object may demand interpretation.”
Noah nodded.
“If you become overwhelmed, reduce stimulation. One room. One voice. No screens. Rest before you believe you need it.”
She looked at me.
“Do not answer every question before he asks.”
“I know.”
