(Posted on Dad’s behalf.)
I haven’t been very good about keeping up, about keeping you informed, have I? I wrote a couple of pieces that somehow vanished and never made the blog. More than that, I don’t know that I have anything coherent to say. So much of the time I feel like I’ve lost my way - what’s it all mean type stuff. I do a lot of praying, hoping that I’ll gain some understanding of all this.
I spend every day getting IV Therapy at the clinic (anywhere from 3-6 hours) and then collapsing on my bed at home because I’m exhausted and have no energy. Happiness is a grab bar by the toilet. I keep thinking I can’t possibly lose any more muscle mass, but have now achieved a level where I could easily pass for an Ethiopian old man.
In short, I had no earthly idea that recovery would be such a challenge. Nor did I realize that the 100 days recovery was strictly an arbitrary number. It could just as easily be 120 or 150 days. The good news is that my doctor says I’m on track to return to Omaha in early December. But no guarantees.
I’m looking for easy and easy is somewhere far, far away. Maybe throwing myself a pity party is part of the process, but I know I’ve got to move on and gain some focus.
Speaking of focus, I’ve begun reading “Fear And Loathing In Las Vegas”. I’m a chapter or two away from giving Ms. Lohan another chance.
I still get cards and e-mails from many of you, which I find amazing. Thank you all for caring so much. It’s a humbling experience.
Nov. 8 is day 75. Ideally, that’s the 3/4 mark. I’ll try to update more often during this last month.
Rick
A pity party is not your style Rick. A week ago a friend of ours was rollerskating at a rink for his daughter’s school event. There was 15 minutes to go before the event was to be over. He thought he’d leave the rink & start putting on his shoes. Well just as he was stepping off the rink he fell. No one tripped him, he just fell. He ended up breaking the joint that joins his leg to his foot. He underwent surgery on Halloween, his wife’s birthday. They put 3 plates & 18 screws into his ankle to connect his foot back to the leg. So now he’s in a cast for 8-10 weeks. Mind you now this man is 56 years old. He probably shouldn’t have been on those skates, but he did it for his daughter. If Larry at age 56 can get on skates & talk the next day about needing to get out & mow the lawn then you can get going too. You OLDER guys just need a longer healng time!
:) Keep holding onto the grab bar! Pam
Sent you an email asking some questions since I haven’t heard from you. I went on your web site just now and realize I should have been more patient. It’s very difficult not knowing. John just called and told me the latest. It is very discouraging to have to face yet another challenge. Enough Already!!! You can do it, Rick. I know you are trying your best to be positive, but it seems as though the going home date keeps getting farther away. A minute, a day, a week, a month — each is doable. My prayers are with you every minute, every day. Love, Mom