Dang, where do I start… I feel like today has been forever long.
This morning Taylor and I woke up early to get a shower in before the day took over. Juli stopped up to say good bye and give her kisses and hugs. She is heading to watch her niece perform in Miss teen Arkansas, while getting the chance to hang out with her sister. Then to Iowa to check in on the house and other kids. This place will miss her!
Taylor and I headed down to wound care. They changed the dressings and assessed the wounds/healing pattern, since they will have to give their input later in the day on whether Taylor’s right leg is ready to be casted for a mold. Taylor needs the go ahead from ortho, wound care, his physical therapist, and his general team to be casted for the mold that will make his right leg prosthetic. He still has a “small shark bite” (as he likes to refer to it) of a wound that has been holding him up from getting casted.
Wound care generally calls in Taylor’s physical therapist before badging up the wounds. That way they can discuss the plans as far as treating the wounds and how hard he can work with its current state. While they were discussing, they spotted another inflamed, fluid area. This area of question was on the end of his left nub (the same leg he had just stood up on the day before).
Both wound care and our physical therapist decided to monitor it closely, told us to asked the entire team of doctors during rounds to look at it and ask their opinion, and they will check in again tomorrow early in the morning. UGH!! If the spot continues to be inflamed then they will have to go in and surgically remove the fluid and test for infection. Which would mean Taylor would be out of commission on his left leg for 2 weeks (there is a 2 week period for the stitches). I know it is frustrating but better we get all the bugs and kinks worked out now then later down the road when Taylor is further along with the leg process. So for now it is a wait and see problem…
Several people from Taylor’s command came up today. They wanted to check in on Taylor and his teammate who is also at Water Reed. Through talking to them on the phone, I know they were anxious to see Taylor in action in the MATC. They had heard so many amazing things about the MATC. How everyone is in there working their butts off to better themselves one day at a time. The motivation radiates from MATC!!
Since Taylor is waiting to see what the inflamed area on this left leg does, his outpatient status is also on hold. They don’t want to discharge us in case he does have to have surgery, in which they would have to readmit us again. But they also don’t want to give our room away at building 62 since the place seems to be filling up quickly these days. So the final conclusion is we will get our room over at 62 but they aren’t going to discharge us. We are officially in limbo between inpatient and outpatient.
Whatever our status is, we took full advantage of having our room over at building 62. We moved in a majority of our things. We also took full advantage of Taylor’s electronic wheelchair and used it as more of a packing mule. I loaded his chair up with backpacks, bags, grocery sacks…using carabineers to attach them to one another. Then I stacked boxes on top of each other, completely inhibiting my sight, and staggered to the room. We didn’t unpack anything because by the time we were finished we were exhausted but everything is finally in. I guess that is a lie…we somehow we were able to mustar the strength to unpack the wheat grass kit and start germinating the first batch of seeds!