Some days I have to hyper motivate Nick Fener. Like today. When he is hurting, he doesn’t want to get up, or get out to do anything. I’m all about getting up and out of here. My cabin fever hasn’t got the best of me, but I’m certainly not going to let it think it’s winning. And I understand that it’s critical for Nick to get upright and moving more often throughout each day. One work out, then hours of rest just isn’t going to cut it. It isn’t going to cut it for me either. Nick needs his rest. Rest is important for his healing, but so is moving around and being active.
It’s been seven weeks since the amputations, and Nick’s stump wounds still aren’t healed. They are healing very slowly. On his right leg, there are places that are completely healed and beautifully healthy. But there is also a place that is still wet and oozing. I change his dressings daily, and it’s barely improving. Might be time to see a doctor soon. His left nub is still scabbed all the way around, but it’s healing and looking healthy.
Hanging out in Canyon Lake. Nick grew up here, so it’s beauty is usually very common to him. But not today. We both appreciated the gorgeous environment from a fresh perspective.
Well, the summer is nearly half way gone, it’s hot as Central Africa outside, and Nick and I are both tired of him being injured. I’ve decided we need a mini vacation before we head off to round two of surgeries and hospital life. Even a daycation would do. Somewhere beautiful. Somewhere so beautiful that even though life’s daily challenges can’t possibly disappear, it won’t matter because I’ll be so distracted by the beauty.
After a rough morning, we tried a super mini daycation this afternoon. We grabbed the MIA puppy from Mom’s house and went down to a park in Canyon Lake to watch the boats. Surrounded by such a brilliant landscape was absolutely necessary for me today. And although I enjoyed myself immensely for the 40 minutes we were there, I couldn’t help but wish we had less physical limitations in order to have more fun. Being out on a boat, cruising on the lake, sounded like the best place on Earth. Oh, and it was just way too hot for Nick out there, wearing that turtle shell brace.
We did end up geting a great stretching and therapy session in today. Nick crawled back and forth several times with very little assistance from me. Next, he got up on his knees, used a walker for support and held himself almost upright for a brief time. His legs are very weak. It took much effort to keep him from falling backward or sideways. I accidently let him fall over the other day while crawling. I just got a little confused as to whether he was going to move forward or back, and I had my hands away from his hips briefly. Oh I felt so terrible. I will never let that happen again. The painful scream that came out of his mouth as he fell on his hip down onto the therapy table was aweful! Today was much more successful on the table though. No more Linny the Lazy Spotter.
Our first front yard bonfire since being home. We’ve been aching for some outdoors.
Sometimes we trip out that Nick had his legs cut off. Most of the time it’s just completely normal. Then, without warning, a jolt of realization shocks us. “Holy Shit Nick has no feet!!!”
I should have known that today would bring such a major bummer. After such an amazing evening last night, I guess it’s inevitable to have a serious ‘low’ the next day.
Today Nick started with a new physical therapist (more about this amazing transition later). On the way there, Nick’s stomach started to bother him a little bit. Within 15 minutes of being in Bill’s office, Nick was on a table, curled up in a ball from excruciating stomach cramps. Since Nick could barely move, we just chatted with Bill and received a lot of knowledge and great ideas for our home sessions.
About a half hour into the session is when the nausea set it. He spent the next thirty minutes with his head hanging over the side of the therapy table, staring into a trash can. The sheer helplessness we were experiencing, watching Nick writhe and grimace in pain, was frustrating and painful. And why was this happening during his first therapy session? Couldn’t it have waited until we got home?
He never ended up actually vomiting, just some spitting up. We managed to get him out of there in one piece, into the car, and home in bed. Of course, the pain let up a little once we were on the way home.
Having these little bullshit setbacks happen are just so maddening! Why!!??
Well, he’s sleeping now, peacefully, cuddling with Xena.
Guess we’ll try again on Monday for a proper therapy session.