Saturday, May 14, 2011
If Steven weren't so attatched to his chair, you would hardly know he had surgery earlier this week. This morning I heard crutches and doors shutting, and he had gotten himself up and to the bathroom. I went jogging a little later and saw some toys at a garage sale he and Andrew would like. I came back to the house and asked Andrew if he wanted to go to the garage sale with me. Steven was like, "I do! Can you push me in the wheelchair?" He was cheerful and happy. He did ask to cover his leg with a blanket. Later in the day, he crutched outside to say hi to our neighbor over the fence and to ask her to sign his cast. He has only had one dose of pain meds since 6 am this morning. I'm kind of floored by how quickly he is recovering. As my aunt pointed out this morning--he's an outlier on the healing bell curve. Lucky him and lucky us!