With that said, the recovery is still very much a work in progress. The man's beat up - bruises, abrasions and nicks all over his body, veins and arteries accessed and closed up, one major incision on his chest, another where they accessed his femoral artery, more where the chest tube and central line went and two more from the wires used to jump start his heart. Let's just say he's had more comfortable days.
He's up and moving every day and working towards gaining his strength and mobility back. Walking up the stairs or around the cul de sac leaves him breathless like he's just completed a sprint. I can't imagine how frustrating that is for him, but thankfully every day sees small improvements. He's trying his best to stay off the narcotics (yes, he's crazy and stubborn, but what's new there?) He's not a fan of how they make him feel or the side effects they bring, but he's starting to realize at certain times of the day (or actually, the night) they are necessary.
Of course our routine is messed up, it's exhausting caring for another adult all day long, but equally it's not going to be for long, and it's easily done when it's for your husband whom you're eager to see at full strength again. Just thankful every day that we're doing this when we're in our late 30s/early 40s. It could be so much harder.
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