After several attempts by Sydney's therapist to have him use a journal, I have made Sydney an account of his very own on FB. This was a way for him to meet other family members (minus Jim and Cassey for obvious reasons) and feel some connection to the outside world with me monitoring his safety but allowing him a place to vent and have a feeling of accomplishment of some kind. I hope this allows him to be and show some creativity to the world in which he feels so left out of. I told him that he was not allowed on it without me being here to see what he is doing and I explained to him how people will pretend to be your friend but then they kidnap you, send you over seas, and use you as a sex slave. Yep mamma bear protecting her young influential cub. Jim (James Clegg) sent Sydney a message today and Sydney took his phone outside to call him. He said that he was going to give him a piece of his mind, I wasn't going to stop him, he needed to get some anger out and direct it at the correct person and not others around him. Jim (James Clegg) told him if he was going to start in on him then he was just going to hang up. He never ever wanted to hear that he was wrong, it would kill him to admit he was wroo wroooo hoooooooooooong about anything.
I laid down for a nap and slept only 3 hours out of a normal 4 but I tossed and picked up my head on several occasions so it wasn't restful. I have physical therapy in the morning and so far I don't feel anything other than more pain for the most part. If it doesn't get better than it doesn't. The surgery was worth it, but maybe I was expecting too much? All I can think is PSYCHO the movie. EEEK EEEEK, EEEK stab, stab, stab in the neck anytime I go to bend, lift, turn, or jolt my body in any way. I'm still not too friendly with my memory foam curved pillow. I like it if I am on my side, stomach is a no bueno Houston.
