Monday, July 28, 2008

Captain Limpwrist

Physical therapy started slowly. Protect and let heal with some simple exercises to keep things from getting stiff.

They're keeping an eye on the wound since a good number of the stitches are in the skin graft which doesn't like to be bothered. Snout and Watts have a similar relationship, although, the skin graft didn't bite the stitches for laying all over it yesterday. I've been suited up with a new brace that has been extra reinforced to help my new grip survive Blake and Heidi's wedding this weekend (should be low key....staying in a house with 5 other college buddies away from their wives for the weekend).



I'll be back Friday at Duke for another appointment with doc & pt posse. It was good seeing the people at 1E. We laughed hard about all the terrible TV that has taken place over the past 6 months. America's Best Dancecrew is not one. SUPER CREW!!!

Enjoy the latest images of Frankenclyde....


Friday, July 25, 2008

New Surgery, New House, New Babies

Surgery went as we expected and I was thankfully in and out of the hospital on the same day. They did gash me a little more than I anticipated, but hey, that's what they do. I'll start physical therapy Monday and with some time and effort, I'll hopefully be able to give the thumbs up sign in a year. Awesome! For now it simply feels like my wrist was slammed in the front door to the Gentleman's Club. Get yer head out of the gutter, fellas. I'm talking about G's to Gents. (Pretty Ricky got robbed)

We've moved to another house that we're going to renovate in the next month, at which point we'll start the nesting process for the amigos (yes, twins). Ashley's due date is February 19, but the docs are estimating everything will go down mid January. Two more stubborn Capricorns in the house for Ashley to handle. For all you gracious people who like buying gender appropriate baby clothing gifts, we apologize. It's going to be a surprise.



As usual, life is wonderfully exciting. That quote "Life comes at you fast" is a serious understatement.

P.S. My next chest scan is August 7th, which happens to be my mother's birthday.