Things have been moving along. Tony had his surgery, has now come home and things seem to be improving. He had his first physical therapy session and of course he was very sore afterwards. Then when I told him to get ready for his daily stretches, he got very irate with me. He claimed, that the PT tech said he only had to do those exercises on the days he went to PT.
So instead of sitting there and arguing with him (which of course I tried first), I calmly asked him, if he was supposed to only do them there, why then would they send a copy of the exercises home with him, along with the rubber tension band? Well then he decided that just maybe I was correct, and that he should in fact be doing them. He wasn't very happy when I pointed out that the paper said they were to be done twice a day.
He has been having an extra hard time lately. Grieving. But, let's face it, it is never, ever going to get better., We are always going to be grieving. People tell you it be true s easier over time, but I see people four, five years out, and even longer, they are still crying over their lost child.
So we saw the doctor today, and Tony and I decided we are not going to rush him getting back to work. Normal post options for patients is at least eight weeks and then they start physical therapy. So we are going to do what the doctor feels is best, no rushing things because he is terrified of losing his job. This is his health we are dealing with, not something to do with a car for goodness sake.
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