He recovered fine at home. Ryan was there the first two nights to help out. Not sure how I could have done it without his help. Patrick was instructed to use only one leg and take Percocet every 4 hours round the clock. Recipe for an accident in my book. Needless to say we kept him propped in a chair for a while.
After a few days he was antsy and needed to get up and do something so I put him to work in the kitchen. His cool little "knee walker" helped with his mobility.
We had lots of visitors. His sister Terri and niece Mikayla came for 4 days so I could return to work. Then my parents came for 3 weeks. Again, we are not sure what we would have done without their help. They had been there 1 week when I came down with a terrible virus that attacked the lining of all my joints. I was down and out for 10 days and felt and walked like a crippled old woman. Thankfully Mom and Dad were there to keep the home front up and running.
We sat on the porch. Patrick got a new "walking boot" at 3 weeks. Seeing as it is as stiff as a cast, is about an inch and a half taller than his other foot and has him wedged up on his toes like he is walking in heels, we use the term walking boot liberally. But it does give him a bit more mobility. He still uses the combination of crutches, walking boot and knee walker. (I would appreciate it if you cropped me out of this picture. No I was not sloshed.)
Kids came to visit and cook us meals.
Grandkids came to visit to keep him company and of course try out the knee walker
After 5 weeks we are now back to flying solo as all the help has gone. Patrick has returned to work with a lot of paraphernalia. Around the house he is figuring out what he is capable of and what he is still limited to. In a week he starts PT and rehab. He is half way there. It was and is an exciting time.
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