Home from the hospital
post op below knee amputation with wound separated from the staples, in pain; now what
do we do? I wish we had an answer.
Each day we start with
medication. Thank you, God, for the chemists, who make lives tolerable, when
they are not. Meds, some days are the
only answer, but it gets better.
Kirt gets bored, every five
minutes he’ll call, “Can you give me some…. Can you get me some…. Would you get
it for me, is my personal favorite. Before of course, Dear, becomes sarcastic
we must have the talk about planning wants and needs. Don’t wait until I get
back in bed to tell me you just filled the urinal. That’s not funny.
The muscle spasms Kirt had
in the hospital continue with his knee popping back and forth. The stump leg
looked like a giant crochette hook with him holding it writhing in pain. We
found that holding the lower leg in a gentle traction help with the
cramps plus his knee extension improved. On the dark side sometimes he had rebound
cramps if I pulled too hard. Kirt asks to have his leg pulled, so I’m a leg
puller with a reference. Today for the first time in a week he had cramps; not
the hook screaming variety. Gracias a Dio.
Since our talk Kirt is
getting exercise by doing more around the house. If I don’t make the coffee
fast enough, he is set up with filter, grind, beans, etc. to make it for
himself. He looked proud this morning, as he brought my first cup of coffee.
Sweet.
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