My ‘Goodnight’ conversation with Nick tonight went as follows:
Him: Babe, you are my favorite person ever.
Me: Well I’m so glad I could finally make the top spot.
Him: I think you’ve been there for a while. zzzzzzzzzzzz
And then, he was OUT!!
He’s finally sleeping ok. And he was finally feeling a little better at the end of the night. His stomach was not feeling good all day. Nothing excruciating, but it was enough to make him not eat dinner. And if you know Nick, the human garbage disposal, then you know this means something ain’t right! They took Xrays of his chest and abdomen, looking for I-don’t-know-what. Meanwhile, I am 99.9% positive he is just F.O.S. That’s a medical term ya know? Full Of Shit. Yes, I’m certain he is all blocked up. For 6 weeks, I’ve witnessed every morsel going in, and every morsel going out. And they don’t match up. Not even close! That’s my official diagnosis: F.O.S. Fener agrees. Now I wonder how long it will take the docs to figure it out.
During therapy Nick learned a few techniques for transferring to and from the car. He actually got into my car and sat there for a brief moment! Who knows how long his back could actually tolerate driving in my car. It’s just the fact that he can get himself in and out of it that’s cool! What a huge step!
He got a new custom fit back brace, and after only half the day, we are already seeing a huge difference. His pain is much less when sitting up now. It hugs him snuggly, and offers way more support than the other one. And the best part is that he looks like a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle. Go Nick-elangelo!!