Nobody said this would be easy. Our journey during this stage of life is such a rollercoaster. Today started off bad. 4-5 hours of sleep a night is rough for me (despite napping in a chair sometimes). I missed my 4:30am alarm and woke at 6:30 to a call from Nick, foggy from pain medicine and upset because he thought I was mugged or hurt or had left him. DAMN IT! I promised him I would never do that to him. He has enough to worry about besides where I am when I’m not with him.
He was also supposed to have surgery again today to deploy a filter into a vein in his abdomen to prevent possible blood clots from traveling to his lungs or heart. So he went without eating or drinking for 12 hours before finding out the surgery is postponed a few days. That also means that he had to take a different pain med today, and it made him feel really ill. We had a rough morning all around.
Nick briefly got into a wheelchair again, but it was more painful and a much bigger struggle than last time. Plus, he didn’t have my cool shades, so it practically didn’t count.
After 2+ weeks, we still don’t have a definitive plan of attack for his legs. We are both learning a serious lesson about patience.