Heh...Sam ain't looked that cute in a long time.
Sorry 'bout all the whinin' earlier folks. Just hit me wrong 'cause the therapist doesn't take into consideration that we have other family here. 'Course I'm not too charitable toward the therapists right now. Found out from the doctor that it was one of them adjusting Nana's brace that made the screw come out. They were glued in and not supposed to move. Wife is taking the brace by to the company tomorrow.
Wife did an amazing pep talk with Nana. First, the doctor says she's gonna hear some noise in the hip, but it's not slipping like Nana thought. Plus wife said "the therapist said you can't put any weight on the foot, but that's not what the doctor said."
To make a long story short, Nana has been able to go upstairs to the bathroom (using the chair lift of course). It takes a good while and she's tired when she gets back down.
But that's more physical activity than she's had in weeks. (started to say more movement, but thought the better of that).
FWIW, y'all are my first line of defense. I usually rant here then calm down and assess the situation. Don't get me wrong, we're still frustrated and overwhelmed. But I didn't pick up the Hefty bags and cinderblocks I was lookin' at a Lowes.
In other news, the dust mask seems to help in the yard. Although when I exhale my glasses fog up, so I had to take them off. I'm pretty sure I worked mostly in ~our~ yard...