Day 11 post-surgery and Nick is finally beginning to feel human again. I’m not saying he’s without pain, but he’s a little more like himself today. Not only did he go outside and feel sunshine on his skin for the first time in a week, but he left the house today too. And, in true Fener fashion, he pushed himself a little too hard. Costco is a huge place! Maybe that wasn’t the best choice for a first outing, but hey, we really needed 160 lbs of dog food, 54 rolls of toilet paper, and $10 worth of cherries.
On the way home I couldn’t drive fast enough for him – the pain suddenly overtook him when we were finishing in Costco – and he fell asleep within seconds of getting back in bed. Today was a turning point in his recovery though, and I have to acknowledge that. The evidence that he actually IS getting better is too strong to ignore, and with that, we have to keep pushing forward.
I’ve somehow found a deep sense of peace with where we are right now, and it’s enveloped in a thick cloud of knowing life will be much better soon (cue The Smith’s song How Soon Is Now). My optimism has narrowly kept us afloat the last eleven days, but I can now see Nick beginning to tread water on his own again. I know it won’t be long before he’s swimming, both metaphorically and literally. As soon as his wound is healed I’m throwing him in the pool for some exercise.
I’m calmly elated that the worst is behind us. Strangely though, I feel like I’ve said that before.