Is it really mid July already? Time is passing like I’m stuck in a mudslide. It’s thick, muddy and overwhelming, yet moving at a rapid pace, fast enough to be fatal. If I didn’t know better, I’d guess we were having a heat wave in mid April. Yes, I’m that out of touch with the world.
Today was lackluster. Slow. Breezy. Unproductive. Reality must be setting in. We weren’t ready for therapy until 11:00 AM. Then, I worked his legs so hard, he literally fell asleep on me and woke up sore! Oops? Or Yay? Both!! He starts formal physical therapy tomorrow at an office in Temecula. It’s only thirty minutes. That’s how long it takes us to get there! And they told me the sessions are designed to train us for home exercises. Hope we aren’t wasting our time.
Nick’s phantom pains seem to be getting worse and worse. But only on the right leg. His left leg is fine. His right foot keeps burning. Yes, his foot. He says it feels like someone keeps putting a cigarette out on his arch. Rubbing his nub helps alleviate the pain though. And today, we finally took his therapists advice, and touched the bare stump with random stuff. Ice cubes, fur, metal scissors, hair brush. The sensations felt good to him. We are trying to train his brain to understand that his leg now stops at the stump. That his foot is no longer there. At some points today his phantom pain was unbearable. I hate that! It’s very painful to see my love so miserable.