And out of the darkness he came,
like a bat out of.....
TKR (total knee replacement), hubby was given, well actually his physical therapist gave ME reassurance, that he could slowly handle the stairs with a cane and escape the confines of the "cave", dungeon, hole, the dark and lonely place... and many lovely titles we called his recovery suite, and join the light that is the upper level we call home! At least he did not look totally like the fuzzy fellow on the right.
so he no longer has to wait ever so patiently... errr, ahem... while I, the captive nurse, run up and down the stairs for the gazillionth time to get yet another tasty delight he really wanted... I believe I have been in rehab along with him, as my legs and hips have been screaming at me when I try to sleep saying "just what the heck you been doing lady!!'" ( but I can use the exercise).
Now the recovery suite really isn't that terrible, but it is in the back of the lower level that is the part of the house that is also under ground, so just one small window... and Great-grandma's antique bed which made it an attractive guest room... But the old bed boards broke not once but twice!
CPM and electric ice cooler.
So back to beautiful day 1 of sunshine, scratch that.... light filled windows from overcast skies after sleeping in his own bed and full of smiles ( no Mr. Grumpy Pants today!!) fully dressed and moving (with a cane) under his own power is...
Happy hubby !!!
On a side note, after he first sat in his comfy recliner he tenderly asked...
"did you miss me??"
while caressing the worn brown leather.....
Oh, remember that little fuzzy fellow from the beginning ... I was happy hubby looked more like him, after 2 weeks of Mr. Grumpy Pants!
As he could of looked more like this guy ...
It sure felt like it to me esp the first few days!
(((shudders in memory)))
My cave-man nightmares hopefully are over !
Happy Word-ful Wednesday !!