I spent another hour with Fred yesterday (Saturday) and he is doing better. The therapists have him learning how to move himself from bed to chair and back and to move his wheelchair. He, of course, says he wants none of it, wants to get to the crutches immediately. They've told him he must learn to use crutches efficiently before getting a prosthesis.
They are beginning to slowly wean him off the pain meds. The doses they were giving him were massive, as he'd had a previous shoulder injury and apparently built up quite a tolerance for the painkillers. He'd been hallucinating due to the drugs, some pretty weird stuff. Called his wife (Dawn) in the middle of the night wanting to know why there was an indian sitting in the corner staring at him.
The only bad part of the visit was when I first got there. I brought him a thermos of home-brewed coffee and I was under the impression that if I got too close he'd try to kiss me for it!
ETA: As his nurse was walking out, Fred said, loud enough foe her to hear, "She wants me...To jump off a cliff." His sense of humor is returning.
Last edited by ohiopiper; 17th October 10 at 03:13 AM.
Reason: ETA: see above.
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