Poor guy. He’s really sore today from all that walking yesterday. He walked a lot in the morning, did two hours of therapy, then went straight to dinner where he walked into and out of the restaurant without getting to rest at all. I gave him a nice massage before shipping him off to the gym this morning. His mid back is doing a lot of the work to hold him up. I can’t even imagine how painful this whole process must be for him. I really take his lack of complaining for granted. I don’t see him as a man who lost his legs. I see him as an athlete training for the Olympics.
Tonight as we were leaving a restaurant with friends, Nick zoomed ahead of us to go to an ATM in the parking lot. As I came out the door, I looked up and saw Nick laying on the ground with his wheelchair tipped over on its side. Of course, the one moment I don’t have the video camera rolling he falls out of his chair. He took a curb too fast, popped the wheelie too soon, and tumbled right out of the chair sideways. He landed on his butt cheek, not his tailbone, thank God! He’s ok, but when we got in the car, he said he twisted his ankle. The fall triggered a phantom feeling in his left ankle. He said it felt bruised and twisted. That’s so weird!!!