Monday, February 10, 2014
Today I brought my hubby to physical therapy for his humerus fracture/recovery range of motion exercise. We also went to the mechanic, and walked around one store briefly. He didn't even use his cane, nor use a riding cart.
After supper, he sat down in our dual recliner and wiped out. Other than neuropothy really making his feet hurt (I gave them a gently rubbing with coconut oil mixture - a homemade salve from a friend that makes it, along with some tiger balm). I also got him a beanie bag heated up, and put it on his shoulder, and tucked him in comfortably with a snug blanket. He is sleeping nicely.
Meanwhile, it meant that I walked today, a whole lot. 2.5 miles. My husband, knowing how lousy I had been feeling, encouraged me to sleep in this morning (til 10 a.m.) and it helped. I am still hurting, but not any where near as badly.
My turn to go put my feet up and watch the Olympics.
I was impressed with the Men's single skater from Russia Plushenko - that won the gold - and he has had an artificial disc implanted in his spine. I told my husband, that's my new hero. My Olympics - after not being able to work, and being told I would be more disabled, I am working. I just worked a 30 hour week, and am getting ready for my second.
I am grateful. Healing can be wonderful. It can be painful, but it can be encouraging.