It’s been a killer couple of weeks.
My husband took a tumble down the front stairs on January 23 – put his foot on an icy spot, and his left leg folded under him. He tore his quad, necessitating a trip to the ER (which sent him home after x-rays), and – after a follow-up visit to the orthopedic guy – was sent to the ER again, this time to be admitted to the hospital.
They did an MRI, decided to do surgery, and, by Friday, he was groggy, but repaired. He stayed until Tuesday, when he was discharged to a skilled nursing facility for rehab.
The first couple of days were tough, both mentally and physically. Unfortunately, such places also have a lot of old people, who are NOT going to be leaving. It was hard for him, as he had never thought of himself as old. But, after some PT, and some work – on his part, and that of the nursing staff – he is beginning to be able to stand with support of a walker, move from bed to wheelchair, and then to bathroom, and maneuver himself to a seated position with his legs dangling.
Small progress, but important. He is improving at an accelerating pace.
Now, if he would just stop complaining about the food…
It’s meant that I am the only one at home. I have to tend to the dog’s needs, maintain the house, drive back and forth for visits with him, pay the bills, and prepare for the roof replacement this Tuesday. Good timing!
The up side of the work, is, first, we will have no more leaks when it rains. And, second, by replacing the metal roof with a shingle one, I will be able to get my radio equipment back in operation. I’m really looking forward to that.
The accident could have been worse. He is expected to make a full recovery. It does seem, though, that every time we start to have our life settle down, another crisis hits.