Nick is even tougher than I thought. It’s only day 13 after his accident, a mere 3 days out of ICU, and he managed to get up into a wheelchair so we could push him around. He said it was the single most exhausting thing he has ever done. It took four of us to get him in and out of it. An exhausting feat, worth every ounce of effort, getting into the chair let Nick see the world outside again, feel the sunshine through the windows, and move around. He’s in good spirits, but SO ready to get out of here. Too bad he has quite a long way to go.
Working with him is a non-stop, 23/7 job. I’ve never worked for such a slave driver. “I’m thirsty, I’m exhausted, I want to roll over, I’m in pain!” God, you’d think he was in a horrible traumatic accident or something! By the way, I’m totally kidding. This ‘labor of love’ isn’t really a labor at all. I honestly wouldn’t have it any other way. But I did make it clear to him that when this is all over with, and we move on with our lives, that owes me BIG TIME!
We’ve been trying to watch funny movies together, but it’s near impossible to ever finish one. The incessant interruptions keep us pressing Pause every 10 minutes! No wonder he’s so exhausted!
Today I found out that Nick is one of only three patients on this entire floor who has health insurance! Welcome to County. There are armed guards all over the place, sitting outside the rooms of inmates. Orange jumpsuits and shackles are a repeated sight around here. Despite the ghetto surroundings, this hospital has been giving Nick excellent treatment. His doctors and nurses are excellent, even though they ask stupid questions about skydiving. I’m totally making a sign to hang in his room about it. Will post pics later.