Ok, so no I am not a registered nurse, nor do I ever want to be. Brandon had his shoulder surgery last week. So I am calling myself a nurse. After all for the last week I am nursing Brandon or nursing Jocelyn most of the day, with a few inbetween breaks to find my wandering two year old. He seems to notice when I sit down to nurse Jocelyn and knows he can accomplish alot in those 15-20 minutes. He discovered that Kristen was home all last week also recovering from surgery, so it was all he could do to get over there to pay her a visit daily. Friday when he made his break I went straight over to find him sitting on her front porch patiently. She was gone to a Dr. appointment in Phoenix. I said, "Rhett Kristen isn't here". He wasn't buying it, we called her on the phone to confirm what I already knew. So, if you include Kristen, (who I was a part time nurse for) I am definately a nurse of some kind.
All went really well with Brandon's surgery, they knew he had a labrum tear, and they were fearful he also had a torn rotator cuff. Once they got in they discovered the rotator cuff was a-ok, labrum was torn as expected and his bicep was also torn, that was not expected. They put in 5 anchors and stiched him back up.
When I went to see him in recovery, he was pretty out of it. It was really kind of funny. He kept repeating himself over and over again. One of the things he would say was, "That was the best sleep I've had for a longgggg time". He said it exactly the same every time. Anybody who came by he let them know he was well rested. His surgery was out patient so we were home by 11:00 am.
The first day he was doing really well because the block was still lingering. By 8:00 pm I could tell the party was over. He was feeling the pain. About 10:00 or so we went to bed. I gave him his medication, percicet, and he seemed to be doing ok. The next morning he ate, and you could tell was in a lot of pain. He kept saying he was nausious, I thought it was probably because the pain. He didn't moan and groan, he just said nothing at all. I had to run a few errands, get ice for him and stuff. He said he thought he could eat Subway, so I brought a sandwich. He kept getting more nausia. That afternoon, I started giving him 2 perki's instead of one. I got him settled for bed and went to sleep. Well, he and perki were not friends. I came in at 2:00 to give another dose and he was vomitting and continued to do so all night. The next morning I said, "Perki is not your friend". I called the Dr. and got him new friend, Vicadin. Lucky for us they got along handsomly and worked well together.
Thursday was not a very good day for him all around. Friday proved to be much better. The pain was under pretty good control. He actually felt good enough to go watch the Thatcher homecoming game against Pima. He said he would be in pain at home or there so he might as well get some fresh air. So we got our chairs and sat on the lawn. Originally the plan was to stay for just a little while, Pima started out really strong, and when I asked if he wanted to leave he said, "If I can watch Pima beat Thatcher it will be worth the pain". For awhile I thought they would do it.
Saturday, Sunday, Monday and today have gone well. He went to church because one of his workers was having a farewell. He told me he was staying for the whole block, but left during sunday school. He went out for a few hours today to check the job sights. Nedless to say, I think he is recovering well. Much better than I anticipated. Hopefully my nursing job will come to an end shortly. I believe he enjoys being served and all that, he's actually getting a little too demanding for my taste. He had Livvy feeding him pie and ice cream Sunday, and Ashtyn giving foot rubs. They are so kind. Before to long he'll be back to reality.
Needless to say, while nursing Brandon, nursing Jocelyn and searching for my wandering child, not to mention my 3 at school, my house has been neglected. I had been very proud of myself for staying on top of the laundry, lets just say at this point I don't think I could climb on top of my laundry. (I really thought about taking a picture of it a posting it, but that would just be embarrassing) Hopefully this week I'll be able to get back on track.
If you see this little guy wandering the streets bring him home!!! He'll most likely be dressed something like this!!!
Livvy taking care of her poor daddy
Brandon and Jocelyn, Super Chillin!
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