It’s the weirdest thing, to see Nick’s feet sitting on the floor, not attached to his body. It’s a completely different mind trick all together. Just when I thought I was getting used to the nubs, now there are calves and feet, wearing his old shoes, just laying on the floor. I wonder how long until this becomes normal?
His prosthetist wants him to start slowly, only wearing the legs one hour at a time, three times a day. Just having them on wears him out. They’re heavy! It’s going to be a lot of work to build the strength in his legs and hips to carry those prosthetics around all day. So for now, they spend a lot of time on the floor next to him, kind of like the dogs do. When he is walking though, he says he can feel his heel hit the ground and roll to the ball of his foot. He can tell where the foot is landing beneath him. It’s incredible that that awareness is automatically with him. It’s not very painful for him either. His stumps don’t hurt the way we imagined them to. The sockets are pretty comfortable. The pain he feels is in his back and legs, where the injury and atrophy are. His new feet are so cool. They look just like feet. The ankles can rotate slightly to accomodate the way our bodies can twist. But compared to our natural ankles, his don’t have nearly the flex or bend. We were talking this morning about how this will affect his ability to walk downhill or uphill. Seems like it might be quite a challenge. There are many things we haven’t even thought of yet, that might be obstacles to overcome. I guess we will just have to meet these obstacles as they come, kindly say hello, then kick them to the ground, trample over them and be on our merry way. Atleast that’s how I see this rehabilitation going over next few months.
Tonight Nick told me that he is sometimes overwhelmed by the daunting amount of hard work laid out in front of him. Then he compares it to the sweat and pain of the past five months. We both realize that whatever he is facing in the future cannot possibly be as bad as what he’s already been through. It really helps him to look at it like this. And when I take the temperature, emotionally, of my experiences over the past five months, the good outshines the bad. I am so grateful to be able to say that. And so is he. Life ain’t that bad. It’s just curious and unfamiliar.