Hubs surgery went well, and now he's just "confined" to the upstairs until next week.
We got to the hospital at 9:30 am yesterday and after prep they took him into surgery at 11:20 am. He had a 3 inch tear in his Achilles and a lot of scar tissue. The doctor cut out the scar tissue, added some new tissue and sewed everything back up again. I was able to go in and see him at 2:00 pm. He was still groggy and kind of out of it, but he was starting to come around. We might have been able to leave sooner, but the oxygen level in his blood wouldn't come back to normal. They did a chest x-ray and that came back fine so after more medicine, breathing treatments and other fun stuff they chalked it up to a fluke and sent us on our way. We stopped at physical therapy on our way out to get crutches and learn how to use them. It's not easy to teach a drugged up man how to use crutches.
So for now, he has to stay completely off his feet. He has a splint and can't put any pressure on it. He'll go to the doctor on Monday to get his walking cast. I think it's going to take us a few days to get into a rhythm of how to do things, but I think we'll make it. He hasn't fallen yet (and I haven't dropped him, knocked him over, or hit his foot so, so far so good).
The hospital took very good care of him. Like I've said before we live in the country, and this hospital is a satellite of one of our large city hospital's and I haven't heard good things about it. But everything yesterday went very well and the nursing staff was wonderful. And even though we've lived here seven years, I don't think I'll ever get used to "living" with the Amish. There is just something surreal about sitting in a waiting room full of Amish folks. Although I must say it was nice to have a gift shop full of home-made Amish baked goods. Oh it smelled so good in there. But I was a good girl and I didn't partake of the "pie sale". Those retired ladies were pretty persuasive in their pie selling techniques, but I had to say "no thanks". By the end of the day though, I was wishing I had that pie. My Slim Fast granola bar just didn't hold me for 12 hours.
Keep your fingers crossed that we make it through the weekend with no casualties. The Little Man just can't remember that Daddy has a boo boo and wants to keep jumping on his leg. It's going to be a loooooong few days until he gets that walking cast and things start to heal up a little.
We got to the hospital at 9:30 am yesterday and after prep they took him into surgery at 11:20 am. He had a 3 inch tear in his Achilles and a lot of scar tissue. The doctor cut out the scar tissue, added some new tissue and sewed everything back up again. I was able to go in and see him at 2:00 pm. He was still groggy and kind of out of it, but he was starting to come around. We might have been able to leave sooner, but the oxygen level in his blood wouldn't come back to normal. They did a chest x-ray and that came back fine so after more medicine, breathing treatments and other fun stuff they chalked it up to a fluke and sent us on our way. We stopped at physical therapy on our way out to get crutches and learn how to use them. It's not easy to teach a drugged up man how to use crutches.
So for now, he has to stay completely off his feet. He has a splint and can't put any pressure on it. He'll go to the doctor on Monday to get his walking cast. I think it's going to take us a few days to get into a rhythm of how to do things, but I think we'll make it. He hasn't fallen yet (and I haven't dropped him, knocked him over, or hit his foot so, so far so good).
The hospital took very good care of him. Like I've said before we live in the country, and this hospital is a satellite of one of our large city hospital's and I haven't heard good things about it. But everything yesterday went very well and the nursing staff was wonderful. And even though we've lived here seven years, I don't think I'll ever get used to "living" with the Amish. There is just something surreal about sitting in a waiting room full of Amish folks. Although I must say it was nice to have a gift shop full of home-made Amish baked goods. Oh it smelled so good in there. But I was a good girl and I didn't partake of the "pie sale". Those retired ladies were pretty persuasive in their pie selling techniques, but I had to say "no thanks". By the end of the day though, I was wishing I had that pie. My Slim Fast granola bar just didn't hold me for 12 hours.
Keep your fingers crossed that we make it through the weekend with no casualties. The Little Man just can't remember that Daddy has a boo boo and wants to keep jumping on his leg. It's going to be a loooooong few days until he gets that walking cast and things start to heal up a little.