The Recovery....

Wednesday, November 9, 2005

I really think I am just having too much fun with this who portion of our life. I told Pat I should just turn my journal into a book!!!! Everyone else writes about their life in a book, so why shouldn't I. Hehe!!

Well, Pat's recovery. Hmph!

We had a lazy boy chair. We walked in that door and it was if that thing was talking to Pat. He was driven to it like a magnet for crying out loud. He planted his tootie in that thing and the rest is history. If I could've peed for that guy, I would've had to do that on top of the numerous other nursing duties I had. He slept in that thing day and night for about a week and a half. His back was sore but the only way he could get comfy was on that chair. And that chair remained in our possession up until about 2 years ago and it held quite a lot of sentimental value for Pat when we finally did rid ourselves of it. It was worn to the springs, the foot rest was broken, and I really believe that he held on to that chair because it took such good care of him in those days. For me it was just a reminder of some really overwhelming times in our life and I was more than happy to get rid of it. Adios!!!!

Well, we were home now and I don't think I really realized until that moment what exactly that meant for me. Not to be selfish nor am I in the least bit complaining, but my life was in upheaval all of the sudden. On top of taking care of our two girls, holding a job, and cleaning the house, I had a new 'baby' to take care of. Of course I did so while talking under my breath about how if he just would've listened to me in the first place....grumble, grumble, grumble.

I had to bathe him, feed him on demand, get him blankets, run errands for him, help him to the bathroom, be his secretary, get his medication every 4-6 hours, drinks, you name it, I was there. Happily? Definately not a good bedside manner on this woman. That 'I TOLD YOU SO VOICE' just kept screaming in my head.

This went on for about one week before he said that he could still feel the bones scraping in his shoulder. That oogly thing I mentioned in the last entry which gives me the willies. So we called the doctor up.

Now remember, Pat didn't want that doc to tighten that brace a second time due to the pain and who could blamehim but after a week and no improvement he realized that there just had to be something wrong. And he was popping pain pills like an addiction as well.

So, we went to the doctor and well, guess what? The brace wasn't tight enough and the bones weren't able to fuse together but instead with every movement they would wiggle around in there.

So again, the same process and this time that doctor really tightened that thing up and showed me how to do it as well so that I could keep it tight on him. Inside I had this evil little laugh with a voice saying...'here's your chance for revenge!' although I quickly pushed that little devil back in it's place. I have a streak but not one that would hurt a man while he's down.

It was truly amazing the difference in Pat almost immediately. He had this look of relief and almost a grin on his face. The bones felt as though they were joined as one finally after one long week of hell for him.

After a couple of days he was able to sleep in our bed again, spent only about 1/2 the time in that chair that had cradled him so sweetly. If I recall, the recovery for this injury was 4 weeks and within three he was almost good as new. And for me, this was good because I really hated to see him laid out the way he was.

My best friend was out of commission and I really missed him, aside from all those evil little comments running through my head. My other half was constantly asleep, quiet, moaning, and just plain miserable and the best that I could do was the things that I was doing. Watch him and react to whatever it was he needed.

Once he got that brace off he was leary about using that arm for awhile. He had said that it felt really strange and he was in pain from that brace. That brace held all those upper bones up but once it was off, he realized the force of gravity. Albeit it was more psychological than anything, but he said that the gravity seemed focused on that spot and the weight was almost unbearable.

His back had a rash on it that was pretty bad from the rubbing but overall, he healed really well. The only indication that he ever had a broken collarbone is a dent where the break occurred.

So, whenever I want to get under his skin and be annoying, that is how I get my revenge, I just stick my fingers in that dent and rub a little and it sends him into an oogly tantrum. He hates when I touch him there and it seems that between him and I we tend to do that to each other.

Within a couple of weeks of that sling coming off, he was due to leave on the next leg of this journey.

L.A. and then to France to begin wowing the foreign crowds and wowed they were. But that will be up and coming.

Written by louie0768 .