The good news:
DH’s discharge is tentatively scheduled for mid-next-week.
The not so good news:
An ultrasound revealed a blood clot near the broken iliac bone site (femoral artery), so his PT/OT is curtailed a bit and he’s receiving Heparin and Coumadin. Since he is not allowed to put any weight on that side’s foot, and I do mean none, the clot is not likely to move, anyway, but of course its presence is as troubling as all the others he’s had from injury sites. We’ll just be glad when it’s gone.
I remembered that he couldn’t eat greens (vitamin K) while on blood thinners, but I forgot he couldn’t use the disposable shavers right now (bleeding risk from razor cut). I hope there’s an electric shaver somewhere in the downstairs bathroom closet, still. If not, he’s growing a beard this summer!
I asked him not to, but he went ahead and donated his wheelchair and shower seat after his 2010 fall’s recuperation. We had all the other equipment, though, because I hid it all. Nch. Men. He can’t use the crutches (broken ribs), so he’s stuck with the walker, which means he can only hop, so he wouldn’t be going farther this summer than the dining room or the deck — unless we were to borrow the wheelchair that’s been offered by friends. I mentioned the need for one a couple days ago, and he got right on that issue. He’s sick to death of being cooped up!
He’ll be home in time for birthday/anniversary season. Ocean season, too. Thank God it’s not winter!! Plus, his old Peace Corp friend (and his g/f) will be visiting Aug 2 and 3 here. I think we’ll skip the restaurant dinner, but we could still likely take them sightseeing, as it’s mostly the coast they want to see.
The new step-great-grand is doing well, now, as is his mom. Everyone’s doing well, right now. I’m tired as hell all the time, now, but truly, thank God it’s not winter! The tiredness will pass, or at least ease up, soon. Until I get to work, anyhow!
Ah, well. I don’t know if any customers owe him money, but regardless, he’ll be filing for retirement benefits on July 21, and that will kick in pretty quickly. It’s a whole lot more substantial than my own, which won’t kick in ’til next year, but I’ll be working at least until then, and maybe well beyond. I guess we’ll see.
I think it’s not that God laughs when man makes plans, but that He cries. But then He shows us how to make lemonade.