Yesterday the doctor sent us home with a prescription for GoLightly, the drink commonly used prior to colonoscopies. Well, that stuff works. Fast. But now Nick is feeling really sick – hot, cold, hot, cold. And he’s just all around miserable, with his stomach pains still peaking.
What a terrible day. It’s hard to be positive when this shit is going on.
Maybe – just maybe – he will sleep it off and feel like $640,000 bucks tomorrow.
I need a vacation. I bet Fener could use one too. There are dozens of historically rich and exotic locations I long to experience, and not nearly enough time, money, (and now mobility) to see them all. I’ve had hours of prime daydreaming time today while sitting and squirming on an uncomfortable plastic chair in the hospital emergency room.
Yes, the ER.
We woke to a worsening of the pain in Nicks abdomen, and decided we couldn’t afford to wait another day. A trip to the ER assures prompt attention to a potentially dangerous situation. We didn’t know if his intestines were blocking up again, or if something more serious was developing. After some blood work, a few x-rays and hours of waiting, the doctor confirmed what we have suspected all along: Nick Fener is full of shit.
I’m shocked but relieved. I feel like we’ve been doing everything right; his diet is healthful and promotes elimination, he “goes” 2-3 times per day, he’s more active than he used to be, and he’s taking all the right supplements to keep things moving.
I know y’all don’t care to know about Nicks turds, and honestly I’m not sure why I’m sharing all this. I’ll spare the details of what the solution to Nicks stomach woes will consist of; but I can mention that the adventures in NickFenerland will continue first thing tomorrow morning per doctors orders, so he will be missing his session at Project Walk.
After keeping Nick company for a brief ten hours in the ER, I am elated to be home. Home, and taking a few moments to release the events of the day and digest the new Facts of Life around here. A few minor tweaks and changes to his already-healthy dietary habits and he should be golden. I wonder if he will be a slave to an ultra strict diet for the rest of his life or if this is a necessity only during his time of healing. It doesn’t matter; he’s willing to do whatever it takes.
getting back to that vacation…
We experienced an awesome walking accomplishment this morning when Nick ran two errands (by himself) with only his walking crutches. He said it felt great to be walking with a goal – instead of just in circles. He drove down to Murrieta to pick up a few prescriptions from his doctor, then went to Target to drop them off at the pharmacy. To most people these errands are no big deal, but for Nick, they offered him the chance to get out and accomplish something on his own. It took him a little more than an hour to go and get back, and once he got home we only had twenty minutes to spare before leaving for Project Walk. He climbed in the backseat of the CrV with three pillows and immediately passed out, sleeping soundly until we were less than a mile from our destination. It’s amazing how quickly his body becomes taxed from simple everyday activities. He’s getting stronger though; he can handle so much more action than just a few weeks ago.
He’s still having unexplainable pain in his abdomen so we made an appointment with his doctor for Monday. Then at some point this afternoon we realized that Monday is too far away. I got them to squeeze him in on Friday morning instead. This means we’ll miss going to Project Walk – but finding the source of his pain is much more important.
I’m sad tonight. Just had my last dinner with two of my absolute favorite people, including one of my best friends and #1 go-to-girl for all my physical and emotional needs. I guess it wasn’t our last dinner with Bart and Kim, but since they are moving away to the east coast this weekend, it was a time of goodbyes. I don’t want to say goodbye. Having Bart and Kim around the corner was so much fun these past few years. But during this last year, I would have absolutely crumbled without Kim by my side. I leaned heavily on her and have developed a sisterly closeness that is priceless to me. Although she wasn’t a lone soldier in the Fenwalter Army, she does deserve the Medal of Honor. I’m really going to miss those two.
Nick got his new legs today. They fit much better than before and he is so happy. We are also eager to try his new water legs – either in a pool or shower, whichever comes first.
We also had our annual tax appointment this afternoon. I was dreadfully unprepared (big surprise) but we walked away extremely relieved.
For three days now Nick has had unexplainable abdominal pain. We are becoming concerned and just might have to do something about it. The fun just won’t stop!
These are the new feet on his old legs. He also got new legs put on his old feet.
What a beautiful day March 26th is. We’ve been celebrating our 7 year anniversary today. I can’t believe we’ve been together so long, but at the same time, I can’t remember life without him. We didn’t do anything spectacular to celebrate other than have a nice dinner after his session at Project Walk. I was looking forward to the most delicious seared ahi tuna salad all day, just as Nick couldn’t wait to devour his favorite apple and blueberry cobbler for dessert.
There was plenty of talk today about how we’ve made it so long, and how it has never felt as though we’ve had to “stick it out”. We’ve been through a lot together in such a short time; my broken leg when we first started dating, several career changes, my Mom dying, his folks parting ways, my Dad’s quadruple bypass and two knee replacements, a failed business venture together, buying a house, many friends dying, and now his disabling injury. We’ve done more than just survive, we had thrived. We’re closer and more in love now than ever, despite some of our new physical limitations.
I was not initially attracted to Nick. In fact, it took months for me to “give in” after he expressed interest in me. But once I gave him a chance, I never looked back. We dove right into a serious commitment, and then slowly began building a life together. I’m grateful that we had six amazing years together before he got hurt. I wonder if I would have been so strong and unwavering if this had happened within the first few years. Thank God we weren’t tested with this sooner.
I truly believe we’ve made it through the worst of it and that life is getting better everyday. He receives his next set of legs tomorrow which means he won’t have to wear three thick socks on each leg anymore. These legs should last for several years. It’s a strange thought to consider that he will require artificial limbs for the rest of his life in order to walk or even stand up. Like me and my chapstick, Nick will be totally reliant upon those carbon fiber legs.
Cool action shot of Nick catching some air! He was having so much fun jumping as high as he could and then practicing his landings. It’s the simple things in life, isn’t it? The act of simply jumping up and down got Nick totally revved up. I love it!