Yesterday was HUGE!! Nick Fener is BACK! For the first time in 11 days, I don’t feel like I’m going to battle, I feel like I’m going to hang out with my honey. We made some changes to his medicines. Nick hates being “high” on drugs, and the drugs he has been on are so super sonic strong that he hasn’t been himself. He’s actually been enduring more pain just to keep from being so messed up mentally. But one cool surgeon (who wants to start AFF skydiving training) finally listened to me and changed his meds around. I’ve been fighting for this change in meds since Friday but no one would fucking listen to me. And guess what…He’s BACK!! Oh my God this is the biggest WIN so far.
Last night I finally showed him this blog. Actually, I only showed him all the amazingly loving and encouraging messages you guys have been sending. Talk about therapeutic!!! Thank you so much everyone! Keep the messages coming. We cried and laughed and cried some more. He will be ready for visitors soon, but not yet. Please dont just show up yet. Talking is super exhausting to him right now, so he still needs/wants to take things slow.
He has also returned to eating regular food. And for those of you who know Nick, this is a very important part of his recovery. Nick “are-you-gonna-finish-that?” Fener will eat you out of house and home! But since he went 9 days without eating, his stomach is much smaller and his appetite has decreased. Wonder how long it’ll be before he eats a massive Chipotle burrito and then half of mine? For those of you on the meal delivery program thingy, I’ll soon be posting items that Fener will want. Thank you all so much!
So, today is another day. A good day. We’re going to relax and watch funny movies together. His attitude is incredible! We will have ups and downs I’m sure, but right now we are UP and I’m celebrating. Now it’s finally come full circle how lucky we are that he survived.
Nick and his Mama Sandee. Love their smiles!
Happy Memorial Day! Thank you to all the service men and women, past and present, who have given their lives to allow all Americans the freedom of choice. Thank you, for your commitment to our nation has allowed me and Nick to pursue what we love.
On this beautiful Memorial Day, we had many “wins” on our own battle front.
…my eyes are literally crossing and I’m falling asleep writing this. There is so much awesomeness to report, and no way I can stay awake long enough to type it.
…to be continued…
Nick is moving forward slowly, but surely. They removed the tube that went up his nose and down to his stomach. They removed his oxygen. They put him in the unit next to ICU that is a small step down. And he’s not in any pain, yet. That’s because he is high as shit on pain Meds and completely out of it. My biggest goal right now is to get Nick on the proper pain Meds that will allow him to be himself and manage his pain effectively. There will be some important decisions coming up soon, that I feel he must be involved in. I’m very grateful he named me his Power of Attorney, and I feel I’ve done a good job acting in ways he would want me to. But he’s awake now.
Still not ready for visitors yet either. I know many of you are chomping at the bit to see your bro. Yes!! It shouldn’t be too long now.
I can’t believe it’s been 10 days since his accident. Wow, seems like forever since I’ve heard his loud voice, walked hand in hand with him, heard him laugh because he stunk up the plane, or hugged him fully. He’s an excellent hugger. But I guess for now, holding his hand and kissin his cheek will have to suffice. He’s alive. And this miraculous second chance feels so good.
I have nothing cute or funny or inspiring to say tonight. I feel like I’m fighting WWIII. I feel anxious and slightely panicked at all times, which is the exact opposite of my normal internal state. Ugh I’m exhausted!
Nick was pretty out of it tonight. He’s been awake with no sleep or nutrition since Thursday at 5:30. Actually, no nutrition since the accident. That’s enough to make an uninjured man feel loopy, let alone someone with severe trauma to their body.
Another leg wound wash-out surgery tomorrow.
Family photo shoot. Lindsay, MIA, Big Dog, Xena, Nick. He was in one of his “excessive facial hair” phases.
Thank you Amanda Burgess Photography
The Beast is resting today. Although we’ve all been suffering over him for 8 days, this is only day 2 for him. Yesterday was a busy and chaotic day for him. He had a lot of love and reassurance from family yesterday, and he was truly grateful for us being with him. He kept saying that he is sorry to put us all through this. But even with all the love, we managed to wear him out completely. When I arrived this morning he hadn’t slept at all.
So, today is going to be a quiet day for him. And me! I literally fell asleep and had wild dreams with my head on his bed, holding his hand and rubbing his head. Rest=healing. And the dude has alot of healing to do.
Here’s a cute story his best friend Mike Nootbaar told me. Nootbaar was at his sons 5th grade graduation a few days ago. And there was one little girl in particular who received award, after award, after award. She got up to give a very heartfelt and mature speech about moving on to the next part of life. In her speech she used a wonderfully timely quote from Dr. Seuss. “Don’t cry because it’s over. Smile because it happened.” If that wasn’t enough, it also just so happens that her last name is Fener.
That story made me smile. Not because anything in mine and Nicks life is “over” for certain. But because I do know that this accident marks the distinct beginning of a new and very different chapter in our lives together. And at this point, I have no idea where all of this will take us.
On a lighter note, last night, I was standing in the hallway waiting to get into the ICU. A kid was sitting there playing with a little video game thing with his Mom, when suddenly he let out two really loud and long farts! Totally reminded me of Fener!
Another sign that I’m going to get through this after all.