Hick seems to be feeling better. The sighing has stopped. He mostly sleeps through the night. If he has to get up for the bathroom, he goes right back to bed, rather than lurching through the house groaning, trying assorted chairs like he's the understudy for Goldilocks.
Most mornings he awakes without pain. Then after a shower, says it's around a 2/10. He has been taking the acetaminophen sparingly, not consuming his full 3000 mg per day quota. If he spends a long time at his SUS2 (Storage Unit Store 2), Hick is achy when he comes home. He will take a hot shower, and apply Arthritis-Strength Hempvana to his hips. Unlike the original strength, which is odorless, this version smells like BenGay and Icy Hot had a baby. A really stinky baby, whose scent is strong enough to be used as a bioweapon. When Hick walks through the living room, my eyes water worse than a recalcitrant ne'er-do-well on the receiving end of pepper spray.
Tuesday, Hick had Old Buddy come out to replace the belt on the lawnmower. Hick mowed the whole front yard/field. He seemed to feel no ill effects. He also had physical therapy on Monday, which did not interrupt Monday night's sleep.
Baby steps, people. Baby steps. The surgeon said it takes a long time for the bone grafts to grow together.
Men can be impatient about letting healing take place .... or that can be a little too accommodating and content to sit and wait for it to happen.
ReplyDeleteThere is no in-between. It's rushing around doing more than before the health problem, or babying their way through the day. It's like their dial is missing a setting in the middle.
DeleteI'm glad he is no longer sighing his way through the days. That would be more annoying than him trying out all the chairs in turn.
ReplyDeleteYes, because the sighing comes at any minute in any room. There's no escaping it.
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