New Mr. P Update

Mr. P had his doctor's appointment this week.  Oh, how life is bittersweet for Mr. P.  The good news is that doc said he is WAY ahead of the game in healing.  The bad news is another 3 -6 months for Mr. P with his cane.  

The rundown on his injuries are as follows:

Hip - HEALED

Cracked Transverse Process - HEALED

The 2 Severed Transverse Processes - HEALING - almost there

Fibula - Pretty much HEALED (It has fused back together and just has a bit more mending)

Ankle - HEALED

Tibia - UUUGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!

The Tibia is on its way to healing, but there are still gaping holes between the bone segments.  It is just a matter of time for it to all come together.  The funny thing is that the Tibia isn't what Mr. P gripes about (Even though he can only walk about 10 feet before he will fall).  He is ALWAYS complaining about his back.  He is in so much pain in his back.  Doc says that this is due to all the soft tissue and nerve damage back there, and that Mr. P may as well get used to it because he will ALWAYS have some pain for the rest of his life.  Not quite as severe as it is now, but something . . .   Mr. P thinks he is a hero and won't take his painkillers.  Doesn't want to get addicted (Good for him - I don't know though, I think I'd just rather have no pain).  The muscle relaxants seem to help him a little, but make him loopy and he can't have his cocktails with them, so he only takes those when he absolutely has to.  We shall see where it all leads him in the coming months.  

Meanwhile, it is business as usual for Mr. P.  He gets up every day, goes faithfully to his physical therapist and then off to work.  I love my dear hubby, he is persistent if nothing else.  He will not stop his life and trying to live it normally because of a little pain and limp.  We were talking the other day and can you believe that even with the extent of his injuries, he only missed 8 full days of work?  For many months, work was not very productive (or productive at all) but he made the effort to at least show his face in the office.  

As ski season descends upon us, I feel a little bit sorry for him.  He sees the kids going through their gear and talking about which trails will be open on the first trip up and you can see the envy and wistfulness in his eyes.  Mr. P knows he won't be skiing again until next season and is quite troubled by this.  But again, to his credit, Mr. P plans to go up with cherubs EVERY weekend and while they are happily skiing, his plans are to set up a huge tailgating area at the mountain to serve up Rib-eyes, chicken sandwiches and a host of other gourmet delights at lunchtime.  I don't know, maybe even I will join them up North this year, if not just for the food.  

Well, that's it on the Mr. P progression of healing.  And again, I give credit where credit is due.  He is a strong, determined man and continues to improve every day regardless of pain, regardless of setbacks and regardless of timeframes.  Soon I will be blogging about our very first dance!

Mr. P's Slow Recovery

Mr. P had his doctor's appointment the other day.  The news was bittersweet.  Although there is now officially bone growth occurring, because the gaps in the broken pieces are so large, the doc says that it will be at least another 6 - 9 months before we see any real progress.  Poor Mr. P.

I think that Mr. P is becoming very frustrated, if not pissed.  He is so done with the cane and not being able to walk well on uneven surfaces.  He is done with not being able to move about freely, get up stairs, lift things, or even walk quickly enough to keep up with the rest of us.  

The novelty of the cane and annoying people with it has worn off.  He can't even get a cool cane because he needs the hospital grade to be able to hold up his weight without it snapping in half.  He can't help with our new pup because she still needs to be carried down the front steps and he can't lift her and get both himself and her down them.  And most of all, he is done with all the pain.  Every day, Mr. P pushes himself all day trying to make a living, keep himself going, and work on being able to walk and move about.  And every night, we get home and he is aching, tired and wiped out.  

On the bright side, this lesson has been well learned and headed.  Our philosophy of life has changed dramatically.  We live to get through each day, hour and minute.  We realize that "It is what it is".  We believe that all things shall pass and they will only make us stronger, and we believe that we have all that we really and truly need.  We have 2 healthy children, people who love us and a new beautiful pup who makes us smile every time we see her.  

So in the wake of bad things, I guess I believe there is always that silver lining.  We will get through this, maybe with some frustration, resentment and even a little bit of anger, but in the long run we still have each other, a good prognosis and the hopes of better days to come.