One month already

At a formal wedding last Sunday (with scooter)

My husband fell and broke his foot one month ago today. And two weeks ago he had surgery to fuse his bones together with ten stainless steel pins. Now two weeks post op he's feeling healthy again -- his appetite is back, he's free of infection, and his spirits are up. All he needs to do is stay off his foot for another four weeks - for a total of eight weeks. It's a tall order for the patient and his prime caregiver (moi), but we're committed to his complete recovery - so that's what it will take.

I wrote a poem early on about the fall. So in honor of this month anniversary, here it is:

Even A Broken Foot                       

Accidents are just that

Accidents

Yet some can be avoided

like my husband’s the other night.

He walked willy-nilly toward a dark room

that the hotel should have had well lit.

And while groping in the dark

for a light switch

he fell down a short flight of stairs

and was rewarded with immediate pain

in his foot and ankle.

Perhaps a quick application of ice

gave us false hope that it would take

no further care but

elevation, an Ace bandage, and ice.

But more swelling, more pain

indicated x-rays were in order.

The prognosis, a broken foot

not to be walked upon for four to six weeks

Now enclosed in a cast

and crutches prescribed for mobility

there’s whining and demands already.

So I wonder

where it says in the marriage vows

for better or worse

and a broken foot?