Dorothy was right...there really is no place like home. And that's just where Wayne has been spending his days and nights now since Friday afternoon.
We're thrilled, needless to say, but it's been non-stop since then...or maybe it just feels that way. There's definitely a learning curve associated with the functions of daily living with limited mobility. We planned ahead based on good advice from friends who've been through single knee replacement but some things are different since he had both and some things you just have to experience to see what's going to work and what doesn't.
Like the bed. Hospital beds raise and lower so it didn't take Wayne long to learn the right height to make getting up and down easier. Our bed isn't nearly as smart; it just hangs out in the same place all the time and the mattress isn't a very effective surface to try to push off of. We've now figured out that the seat on the shower chair is the same height as the mattress. Stationed at the end of the bed, it makes a firm surface for Wayne to propel himself upward to stand. When it's not in use in the shower, it lives next to the bed.
I've learned how to give Wayne his blood thinner injection in his abdomen. Shudder. Fortunately, he says it doesn't hurt at all. Thank goodness he only needs them for a few more days. And I can change the bandages over the incisions and put on the TED hose (thrombo-embolism deterrent stockings) too. The staples come out tomorrow so we'll be done with bandages but I'm not sure how long he'll need to wear the hose. Think panty hose that are three sizes too small and you have an idea of TED hose, except they're just the legs. Lots of fun to put on...not! Good thing I found the training session for two nursing students on putting them on to be interesting when they did it on Wayne in the hospital. I've got the see one, do one part of the equation; let me know if you want me to teach one.
A set of two-way radios Wayne uses for geocaching has been a great communication device for us. I'm sleeping in the guest room right now and the radio makes it easy for Wayne to let me know when he needs to get up in the night. We've used them in the daytime too when he wanted to rest for a while, freeing me to go do other things without worrying whether I'd hear him call for me. He can get up and down from the chairs easily and from the bed less easily but manageably, but it's just smarter for me to be there just in case.
We've figured out first one thing and then another but today's accomplishment might have made my buddy the happiest.
We got his desktop computer moved over to a table he can slide up to him to use. The laptop is a nice substitute but there are certain programs Wayne has only on the desktop so he was happy to roam the halls of the Internet when we got that set up today. And yes, we know...the plaid shirt doesn't exactly match the plaid pants but they're both soft and warm. We're going for comfort here, not style points.
So what do the peas in the title have to do with this post? They're the reward at the end of the almost-hour-long set of exercises Wayne does twice a day. He's not consuming them; they're soothing his tender muscles. We brought home ice bags from the hospital but they have this fancy ice machine there that dispenses just the right sized ice pellets to make them effective. The cubes from my ice maker are too big to mold around the leg and the crushed ice just didn't produce enough cooling. The solution: Four bags of the cheap frozen peas. Two sets mean there are always frozen peas ready to put on or under the knees for twenty minutes and when we're done, I won't feel bad pitching them knowing they've been in and out of the freezer multiple times.
On tap for tomorrow is staple removal in the morning and the first outpatient rehab appointment in the afternoon. Another busy day but when you get down to it, it's all progress and that's what we want.