Home and Healing
I’ve not only arrived home which happened Thursday thanks to the rapid expedition of the wound vac, but I’ve also had my appointment with my doctor Friday for our first post op[eration] look at my arm. To our relief, the skin graft looks as it should, pink in color and bonded securely to my arm. Being the realist that I am, I have to recognize a small area in the center of my arm about the size of a quarter that could be (according to the doc) a problem, but if it is one, it is minor and can be addressed in due time. There are a couple of Triton Photos that should handle the remaining details.
It is great to be home once again and with fingers crossed and healing as planned, I’ll be back to normal in a relatively short time. Currently the worst drawback is the pain. My leg hurts from where they harvested the skin, but it really hurts when I stand up and blood rushes into it, and that’s a strong second of course to jumping out of bed which registers somewhere close to the that scene in the movie, Misery, with the large mallet, wooden blocks, and homeboy's ankles.
I've been given a fairly specific list of hand exercises to perform. They involve both the passive extension of my fingers and the passive curling if them into a fist. Passive bending and stretching means using the other hand to do the movement for the hand your working. Although timely and a bit painful to complete, getting the joints stretched properly is the first step to having a hand that functions as more than a paperweight.
I’ve been sleeping well; steady through the night, with a couple of naps each day. The hardest part about sleeping or relaxing on the couch is the anticipation of the pain. If only I could sleep like my lovely bride in te photo from the previous post during a slightly hectic time like having a nurse man-handle your bloody thigh.
I'll come back and finish later...narcolepsy…narcotics...i'm sleepy.
Well, I've napped and had a bite. I believe this post is complete. My next appointment is Wednesday at Duke with my surgeon and my physical therapists.
Until then...I'll leave you with the funny thought that the people at HBO forbid my wearing the pajama shorts in the picture above to treatments an account of the great enormity of crusted blood on my thigh. I thought it looked cool to have bloody PJ's...guess not.
11 Comments:
glad you're home- that is GREAT news. I'll give you a shout in a couple weeks when i am in raleigh.
Davis,Stace, Flynn, Louden
"There"s no place like home" Dorothy---Wizard of Oz
Personally my favorite quote of all times. I know you understand why! Love you both. Margaret
Are you sure those are shorts? Or have you made shorts out of Owen's bed sheet from the Lounge? Hmm.
McGoo
Adebisi, also considered by many a wizard of Oz, had an interesting way of both making a home out of his surroundings and wearing toboggans. To this day, I don't understand at all how he accomplished either of those.
Ass for the sheet shorts. Probably closer to bloody chunks.
I really thought those shorts were Jams from the 80s. Not sure which is worse...
Lumpy and I miss you guys. We're glad you are home and healing!
Hilary
They are Jams from the 80s purchased from a "Mom catalog" by Ruth....on site photographer, take out dining fetch person, sheet changer and general care giver.
They fit the necessary 100% cotton only rule for the HBO chamber. Cute matching top included. Stylish..no, comfortable..yes, Oxycleanable..definitly.
Love to all of you who continue to be such a fantastic support system for CP and Ashley. Mama Ruth
So glad you are back home Clyde. Tell Ashley to let me know what you want for dinner :)
-Hesta
Boooooooooo Owen's sheets.
HOORAY BEER!
- Burnt Windmill Reynolds
So glad you are home! We can't wait to see you soon. We have been thinking about you and hope that you are feeling better and healing well. We Love you, Nate, Kristin, Ella and Maggie
Enough about my sheets. Glad your home CP, get out the Oxyclean on those shorts. Looking forward to catching up soon.
O
Congrats, C van Peebles. It's never too late to light off a firework.
As someone who just spent a meager 11 hours waiting in the emergency room for a girlfriend with a kidney stone (1 ounce - it's a boy), I'd like to say your patience is most impressive.
Glad you got to go home!
Tom C
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