Slow and steady wins the race…or some shyte like that.

He had a pretty good night and day, all settled in at home. We are taking turns on ‘duty’, but all in all and despite himself, he is actually a very good patient overall. Shocking really. I did cook him lunch today and he pointed out that I should have sautéed the carrots in butter a bit more. I pointed out that beggars can’t be choosers and to shut up and eat his f@#*ing food. He ate it all.

We have our 1st at home physiotherapist apt tomorrow morning so that should be entertaining for me to make a video most restorative and healing on a cellular level.

Poor chap has quite a bit of pain, especially in his shoulders, so lots to do with the fact that he was…oh yeah…hit by a car that broke his neck and had surgery on his spine. The doctor is not concerned and says that the 3-5th day after the actual operation are the worst in terms of pain and swelling. We are at day 4 today. So I am hopeful that he will start to slowly feel better with each passing day.

I have to say in my 35.5 years of knowing him I can with very vague recollection recall him complaining of pain, with almost nonexistent frequency. It was more common to find him happily watching TV or reading a book with a large bleeding wound, and when you responded like a normal human with “oh my god what happened to your head (arm, leg, etc)?” he would nonchalantly ask “where did I scratch myself?”

So seeing him in obvious pain is pretty unsettling and I would happily do anything to share or take all of it from him. But I can’t. So instead we grind up the tastiest cocktail of pain killers the doc prescribed into a tea cup and let him sip some of this silly pain away. One day closer, one more day down.