3/25

The doctors are rearranging Mike's evening tube feedings because they are making him nauseous and interfering with his sleep. I told him a way to avoid this is to eat solids so they can stop the tube. Then a minor miracle appeared in the form of a bean and cheese burrito for dinner. The burrito is Mike's favorite meal, in or out of the hospital. It may have been the tiny, microwaved kind but it was beautiful compared with yesterday's tuna sandwich and other offerings which shall go unexplored in this blog. I was cutting it up into small, non-choking-hazard sized pieces when his hand reached through my cutlery faster than I've seen it move, ever. He grabbed the burrito and jammed half into his mouth. I proceeded to dance around the room screaming that he was going to aspirate and he tried to chew as much as he could before I returned to force him to give it back. I crouched down and looked him straight in the eye and asked, "are you having problems with impulse control?" to which he responded, "I was hungry." Oh, that makes sense.