It’s been one week since Nicks amputations. Wow. I can hardly even remember those busted ass things. And it’s been several days now since the last time I looked at his stumps and thought, “Holy shit! Did my boyfriend really just get his feet cut off!?!?!” Actually, I’m lying. I thought that one time today, but it was brief, and mild, so that doesn’t really count.
Nick had a pretty intense day at the rehab facility. Even though today was just the evaluation day, he got worked. He was actually only able to do two of the three hours of therapy. When the girl came in for the third session, Nick couldn’t keep his eyes open long enough to meet her and answer a few questions. Yeah, he got worked! Tomorrow the real therapy begins!
They’re working on getting him independent. We’re not even thinking about walking or using prosthetics at this point. He is learning how to move himself in and out of bed with very little assistance. Right now it takes three people to get him into a wheelchair, with Nick doing about 25% of the work. That’s great! He is really strong, considering how much atrophy has taken place. Good thing he was such a beastly man to begin with. And since we’ve got such an excellent team of therapists, nurses and doctors, Nick should be making huge progress very quickly. I absolutely love his main physical therapist. He is patient, calm, helpful, and most importantly, in-tune with Nicks needs. He pushed Nick right to the edge today, but not further. He seems to have a keen sense of peoples limits, and the methods to get them to their limits safely.
Lots of therapy tomorrow. It’s going to be a long exhausting day… for both of us. Goodnight y’all!