All is well in NickFenerLand. He slept soundly and sweatily all day today. And I joined in for some of it. But sleeping on those chairs, even with five pillows, is butt numbing. He only woke a few times to get more pain medicine that he needed very badly. They are still trying to sort out the right combinations of the right doses of the right medications. This is it’s own journey within a journey. The journey to the outer healing realm. The realm of pain control without being passed out all day. Yeah, we’re not there yet.
Early this morning I got to see his stumps (is that what you call them???) without the bandages on. Now, I really hate to spoil the surprise, but there’s something very unique about Nick’s amputations, and I can’t help but share. One of his tattoos actually wraps all the way around from the back of his calf, up and over to the front of his leg, and covers the entire bottom of his nubs (is that a better word for them??) I’ve never heard of an amputee having tattoos on the bottom of their residual limb (proper term to use). I can only imagine the conversations between the surgeons during this procedure.
I’ve already started researching prosthetics and ended up with an informational video from a major manufacturer in the area. The video showed a myriad of people living their lives with various types of amputations. One boy in particular stood out to me. He is only eighteen, living a very active life as a trilateral amputee. Both legs just below the hips, and one arm just below the shoulder. He was hit by a train! Watching him move and run and swim and smile gave me so much hope. They also featured the story of the U.S. Army Golden Knight who had a mid air collision and is now a double amputee. He skydives, skiis, mountain bikes, scuba dives…
OK, OK, I got the picture. Whatever Nick sets his mind to, he will achieve. We’ve already briefly discussed where our first adventure will be. We will probably have to make up for lost adventures this year. Sadly we had to cancel a trip that was planned and paid for, that we would have left to go on this week. When Nick was conscious the day after his accident and communicating by writing on a piece of paper, one of the first things he wrote was, “BASE IN JUNE?” This was, of course, not before he wrote, “TAKE PICTURES. BONES STICKING OUT.” Anyway, he then lowered his eyes and shook his head when I said, “No Honey, you won’t be better in time for that.” Maybe 2013.