Day 14 (SDH+13, PAO+8): going home

We had one more visitor Monday night around midnight. We already had the lights off and were just settling in to sleep when the privacy curtain by the door started to open. Krista sat up and said, "What?!" and lo and behold, there's Dr Mayo, just returned from a business trip out of town. I said, "What are you doing here? You should be checking on your wife, not me!" "She's asleep already," he replied.

So we talked about how I'm doing and when I could go home. He said that once I met the last couple of PT benchmarks (e.g. traverse stairs) I could go home, maybe the next day or Wednesday. We talked a bit more about limitations, and he decided I shouldn't exceed 60˚ (instead of 90˚) on the CPM to reduce the chance of non-union of one of the bone cuts he had to make for the SDH. Other than that I basically have no PT to do until I can start bearing weight in 8 or 12 weeks, except a couple of simple exercises intended to maintain some muscle tone in the operated leg (quad, glutes, hams).

Krista and I went to sleep excited for the next day. We got going the next morning determined not to miss PT and therefore delay our departure. (PT is good but seems understaffed; if you miss them when they come for you, chances are they won't have time to get back to you that day.) PT Pam worked with me again teaching me how to do stairs ("up with the good, down with the bad") and on proper crutching technique. Then we went over some paperwork with a nurse (care instructions, sign a few things), Krista went to the pharmacy to get my Fragmin shots (an anti-coagulant I'll take for two weeks to minimize the chance of blood clots), and we worked on getting a walker. (We ended up returning the walker yesterday unused, as crutches are working fine.) At one point while Krista was packing I choked up at the thought of going home, I think for joy of being reunited and for remembering all we'd been through.

Krista called Kari to ask her to bring the van and the kids around 1 pm. They gingerly loaded me into one of the middle seats in the van since those have more legroom than the front passenger seat. All together again, we drove happily away on a nice sunny day. On the way home we got some real food for lunch and Jamba Juice, picked up a part for the minibike, and finally arrived home. I was somewhat uncomfortable due to all the driving movement and the long sit, but it was bearable. Maybe I should have taken some pain meds before the trip, but I didn't want to risk bowel trouble again.

So here we are, two weeks later, home and very happy to be together again! Thank you God!