has been getting him to consume food and beverages.
Yesterday he had an appointment to get his half-cast off and a regular cast put on. Getting him out the door was an event. Around the house he uses a knee-scooter which works well but the surgery was on his right foot and he isn’t very steady on his left foot. The day after surgery he fell in the bathroom, landing on his bad foot. He claims he nearly fell into the bathtub. It’s a good thing he didn’t because I don’t know if I would have been able to get him out.
We have two steps leading into our house and he made it down those just fine. He had about three feet to go to get to the truck and he lost control and fell backwards onto the concrete porch floor. You know
how when you get hurt you get a surge of adrenaline and feel like hitting
something? Well he decided to punch one of the wooden poles that holds the porch up. He was laying on his back, trying to hold his bad foot up and making grunting sounds as he (barely) hit the wood pole with his knuckles. It was pathetic. I’m telling you, it was a sight to see! I had a really hard time not laughing and had to bite my lip a few times. That’s how I’m wired, when something really stressful happens, I laugh! But I knew how much pain he was in so I didn’t laugh and I helped him to his feet.
Once I got him loaded and delivered to the doctor’s office I figured we were in the clear. (I should never figure that.) They got him on the table to apply his new cast and asked him if he wanted a red or blue cast. Well the question clearly proved to be too much for him because he fainted. (It gets worse.) They couldn’t get him to wake up so they called 911 for an ambulance. Thankfully the EMS crew got him to wake up and they checked his vitals and made sure everything was good. Before leaving they told him that he would be getting a $75 bill for the ambulance call on top of the doctor bill. And the doctor sent him home and said to come back in the morning for the cast.
As they were wheeling him to the truck in a wheelchair I asked the nurse if there was a nursing home I could drop him off at. She laughed, I think she thought I was joking.
This morning as soon as we arrived at the doctors office TJ (my hubby) said he was hot and I thought ‘here we go again.’ But his doctor is from India and is used to it being warm so he keeps the temperature around eighty degrees in the office. That is a little too warm for most people.
But he didn’t faint (yea!) and left with a blue cast. The doctor also said he
would need another two weeks at home before returning to work. What the hell! Where’s my prescription? Caregivers should get a prescription too! I don’t know if I can make it through two more weeks of this.
resist so I pulled in and bought four boxes of Thin Mint Cookies. You know why I bought them? Because after all I’ve been though in the last five days I deserve them, that’s why.
After we got home and I was trying to get him from the living room to the bedroom there was a knock on the door. Jehovah Witnesses! As I listened to their spiel I could hear hubby coming slowly down the hall with his squeaky knee-walker. I thought to myself, “Sweet Jesus hurry
up this man is like a ticking time bomb. He’ll probably get all worked up and fall right on you, killing you right here on my front porch!” They
ended quickly and handed me my ‘reading material’ before moving on. They said they would be back in a few days to see what I thought. I already know what I think and I don’t want them to come back but I don’t have it in me to be mean either. I just wanted them to go away and eventually they did.
So people when you are looking back, thinking about what an awful week you had, think again. And if you feel the feel the urge to pray my husband is going to be just fine, pray for me!