Dad got to go home today from the hospital. He finally woke up and began talking and eating. He's been working with physical therapists to regain his strength to walk again, and will have to have them work with him from home for awhile. He was in the hospital for a total of 20 days and only alert for about 4 of them. He doesn't remember much of what happened, but does remember some pretty wild dreams he had during that time. He asked me yesterday how I like our visit to the White House. He said that he and I went there as part of a million dollar prize we won. :)
My colles fracture has been hurting like hell. Last night was the first night that I actually slept all night since I broke my wrist. And that was only after my third call to my orthopedic doctor about the pain. I have never felt pain like this, plus worrying about whether I've rehurt it by moving thumb or if the cast is squeezing my arm too tight (which it feels like). They had me on lortabs, which didn't seem to help at night, and Tylox after the surgery. I'm now doubling which ever of those medicines I take to get me by (at doc recommendation). I still need help dressing and buttoning pants. I think I need a new wardrobe of elastic waist skirts and pants so I can pull them up with one hand. Uggh.
I want to tell my dear friend how my heart goes out to him & his family. He's going through a really trying time right now with is 16 yr old son, and I can't imagine the despair he must feel. Please know that I'm here if you need anything!
Two of my bf's at work are leaving next week. I'm happy for them, but will miss them dearly.
~peace~