We've gotten to a place that I legitimately never thought we'd get to.
It's bad you guys.
It's pretty clear he's not about to be moving out of this position.
Like AT ALL.
Mr. is incredibly concerned about Steve. He wants to be UP IN HIS FACE all the time and he just can't be. He can't be leaning up against him. I let the dogs get in there with him today while the girls were in school so they could see he was ok. They all napped for a few hours and I think that calmed Mr. down a bit.
Ava has the best mattresses in the house (next to the queen in our spare bedroom). They are firm and memory foam. But bendable. She has two because of having bunk beds (THANK GOD).
So I started with one of Ava's twin mattresses, folded on the floor.
Then I got the other one down.
The girls will be sharing a room (and subsequently NOT SLEEPING) until at least Surgery Day.
It has gotten so bad he legit cannot stand up or walk at this point anymore. His legs have simply given out on him. They've supported his weight for the past 3 weeks without any relief. At the hospital they have scales built into the beds, so the weight that was on the bed when he was kneeling on the chair was 120lbs.
His forearms have developed calluses from holding his body up for so long 😢
Also? Keeping track of all of his meds is LEGIT. I'm so glad I'm Type A and organized.
I need to time them all right.
Some are every 6 hours.
Some are every 8 hours.
Some are 1-2 pills each time.
Some are 1 each time.
There's a max though of acetaminophen of 3000mg so I have to calculate in Tylenol as well.
This shit has GOT to be fucking up his stomach. He's also taking stool softeners to um, well, help things along.
In order to shower (which is every couple of days), we get him drugged up and we do a quick shower - like literally 1-2 minutes of him standing in the shower and then he's out so he can lean up against the half wall in our bathroom and I basically dry him off and get him dressed.
We are alternating heat and cold.
5 more days.
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