Submitted by Laura on Mon,
10/24/2011 - 4:07pm
Our house now has two
patients! Joe has a lacerated tendon in his hand after a small accident
on his weekend camping trip. We go see the hand specialist tomorrow, but
I think he's going to be good as new in a few weeks. His left hand won't
be useable for a good 6 weeks - but should be back to normal after some
physical therapy.
Suddenly, our roles were
slightly reversed this weekend. For once, he needed ME to help him get
better. It's usually the other way around! I got him his antibiotics
and ibuprofen, took his temperature, made him hot cider, unwrapped the
wound and checked his stitches, looked at his tetnus shot area, helped setup
his dinner/eating/sleeping situation (keeping the arm elevated), called the
doctor to make his appt. and of course gave him many smiles and
"you'll be fine" speeches. He's pretty much over the initial
shock of it all, I think, and now he's falling into a groove figuring out how
to do things one handed (putting on socks was a big accomplishment!).
However, all of those things I did are a drop in the bucket compared to what he
does for me on a daily basis.
I knew he was feeling
better when we went to bed and he was able to joke, "Is this the sick and
disabled bed???". YOU BET IT IS! Now, instead of 2 dogs between
us when we're sleeping, I have a stack of pillows AND 2 dogs. I don't
know how we all fit in a queen bed sometimes.
Oh, kudos to my Mom for
also coming to help out by walking the dogs, cooking meals, cleaning up the
garden in prep for winter, doing my hand therapy and other misc. tasks to help
us out.
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