In the grand scheme of tragedy, suffering, and even death, it seems trivial to update you on my recovery, but many of you have asked, so here it is.
My body hurts. It’s been nearly six weeks since the accident and I’m frustrated by my slow progress. I’m still spending most of the day in a recliner in our family room. Friends are still bringing meals and cleaning my house. I’m still unable to drive.
The pain in my hip is understandable. There is a fracture in the right side of my sacrum and significant soft tissue damage on my hip. It is healing, but wow, it’s been something. My orthopedic surgeon says that the fire-like pain from the nerves is a good sign; he’s a smart guy, so I’m going to trust him on that. More recently I’ve been able to roll slightly onto my side for short bits of time, but most of the time, it’s still too painful.
But that isn’t what has been bothering me the most; it’s my left shoulder. For the most part my hip only hurts when I move or when it is touched. My shoulder, on the other hand, hurts all the time. Last week I saw the doctor and he took quite a bit of time examining my shoulder. He ordered an x-ray which clearly showed a coracoid fracture. According to “Dr. Wikipedia”, the coracoid process is a small bone that is the attachment site for three muscles and four ligaments. I’m guessing that is why it hurts so much.
Thankfully, it isn’t displaced and the bone is going to heal on its own. We’ll be making some changes to my PT routine, but overall, it’s a matter of waiting, avoiding movements (and lifting) that could injure it more, and doing gentle movements that will help my shoulder stay healthy as it heals. The temptation is to hold my hand against my chest and not move my arm, but that can cause a post-traumatic frozen shoulder. So I’m moving it.
I also have a mild traumatic brain injury, which explains how random my thoughts are. I have a hard time focusing on things for long periods of time and my normal “make a list and check things off” way of progressing through the day is nearly absent. Grief alone makes clear thinking difficult, so this adds another layer of complication. Just knowing there is a reason for my fuzzy brain, and that it will heal over the next weeks, makes me feel better
As for my aching heart, and eyes that easily fill with tears at even unexpected moments, the progress there is slow as well. I think I’m okay with that. Michele said she thinks my physical injuries are a blessing because they’re forcing me to be quiet, stay still, rest, and give myself space to heal emotionally. My world is very small right now, and that feels fine. Thankfully my desire to write is returning, so you’ll be hearing more from me. Writing to you and talking with people who love our family are the best therapy.
I thank God for you, friends, every day – your love for us continues to amaze me.