It's been just over 8 months since we came home after 7 months in the hospital. The biggest things I have learned are that recovery continues, long after the first few months and that the work the caregiver does is far more important than anything I can do. My caregiver is the best of course, and she puts in a lot of hours while I just sit. I do get out to ride up and down the cul-de-sac any day that it's not raining, and we're now getting a few actually warmish days.
My physical recovery has surprised me. I now routinely transfer using the slideboard at physio. My balance is so much better than before, and I can reach for things I couldn't even get close to 3 months ago. I try to lift a few weights every day, but it will take a long time to gain back the strength lost in those fateful 7 months.
The biggest progress is in arranging homecare. From week one when we had no help to now is a huge relief. We hired our own morning help in week two, but I still don't know how we survived those first few weeks. By Christmas we were getting some evening help, and now we have help seven days a week, from Care Partners in the evenings (except that they seem to be unable to find anyone to help out on holiday weekends, which are very difficult), and the VON in the mornings. My life is enriched by seven younger women, all of whom have young children, telling me their stories. And Mrs. F.G.'s life is enriched by not having to struggle to get me up and put me to bed every day. I'm still doing battle with Care Partners over weekend scheduling, but I'm making progress.
We keep astonishingly busy, not just with physio in Owen Sound twice a week, but other medical appointments and various events we get out to. At the moment we're (Mrs.F.G. that is) very busy getting flowers and shrubs in. It's a wonderful time of year to work outdoors. I do get downtown to have coffee with some retired Bruce Trail buddies (6 of us), and usually ride home myself afterwards.
So in case you've been wondering, we're doing quite well. Progress is slow but steady, and sometimes surprising. Mrs. F.G., my caregiver, works far too hard, but I seem to be a high maintenance patient. At least I appreciate it.