Healing’s a Slow Process

I’m so sorry for keeping everyone waiting. I’ve literally been too busy, or more accurately too tired, to put more than a few words together in a coherent sentence.

I’d forgotten, over the past 13 years since Jer’s last major catastrophe, how intense and time-consuming caregiving is. And I’m 13 years older. Sigh.

Jerry’s recovery is going pretty much according to plan, thank goodness. He had follow-up X-rays taken a few days ago, showing no displacement of the fractures, so we celebrate small wins and carry on.

His leg will continue to be completely non-weight-bearing for about another month before he might be allowed light tippy-toeing.

He is supposed to be doing three times daily exercises given to him by our in-home PT, Sydney. Yes, I said “supposed to be”, because I’m finding it frustrating that Jerry seems less than motivated to actually do them.

Seriously, three sets of ten “sit/stands” (on one leg) does not mean two sets of five with a ten-minute break in between. I know his good leg is weak, and even when using his hands on the arms of his chair – it’s hard work. But not pushing it means not improving. He needs the strength to make it with crutches, or by hopping along with the walker as support/balance, at least as far as the bathroom. 😕

More to come.