David was discharged from Straub Hospital Saturday afternoon. Here is my last photo of him in his hospital bed:
He was transported by wheelchair to the circular driveway in front of the hospital. I picked him up in my car and we drove home. Here are photos of him in our house, trying to make it to his favorite chair:
And this is David, wearing his beloved headphones, flipping channels with his TV remote, and using an ice pack on his surgical knee:
These are the 10 drugs I have to give him daily:
On Sunday, I changed the bandage on his wound. Note the staples holding the wound together. It’s not bleeding and it’s not infected. The doctor did a good job, in my opinion:
On Sunday, he lost his balance and almost fell to the floor. Fortunately, he was able to brace himself on the dining table until I brought his walker to him. Obviously, he must not try to stand and walk without the walker again. If he does fall, I will have to call the firemen to pick him up from the floor.
Today, I have an appointment with my gastroenterologist at Straub. Maria will come here to help her father while I am gone.
Tomorrow, I will drive David to the first of many physical therapy sessions. He is not allowed to drive himself until he stops taking narcotic pain medication (oxycodone).