So… Papa is a man with a mission. He is a man who will not stay in the hospital more than one night. When he had his back surgery, he was only in the hospital for one day. Being the day after surgery and being that he recovers so well the Dr’s and Nurses of North Cypress Medical Center decided that they could bust Papa from that joint and let him go home on good behavior.
So, here he is, sitting in his very own recliner, looking a little worse for the wear, but otherwise the handsome fella I know and love:
He’s had physical therapy two days this week. Tomorrow he’ll have it again.
The nurse was here yesterday. She’ll be here two more times, once next week and once the week after. We had a nice chat and she was here over an hour. I cleared up several misconceptions on the oil spill in the Gulf, educated a “friendly” and generally did my good deed for the week.
Yesterday, Papa ditched the walker. The Physical Therapist said he could ditch it when ever he felt that he could walk with out falling. Before his surgery, I gave papa the cane that I used getting on and off the park and ride busses so I wouldn’t fall & he decided yesterday was the day to bust it out and ditch the walker. Tuff men do not use walkers. Grumble, Grumble Grumble….
He’s taking his pain pills like he should when it hurts. He’s taking the anti-nausea pills for when the pain pills make him feel nauseated… good for him, they do do that from time to time…
Papa is a trucking around the house and going up the stairs and going down the stairs. No problem. He doesn’t need me around here much longer. Monday, I’ll return to work and he’ll be on his own. He’s more than capable, as far as I’m concerned.
The adventure continues…
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