It's been 6 months of ups and downs and I'm still in the middle of this, but now that I'm home more the dream-like state I've been living in is starting to become more of a reality. There's really too much to tell about what's happened since the accident. I've been avoiding even logging into blogger, because I don't even know what to say or where to start, but today I did for the first time since the last post in February.
So, I'll start by where we're at now. I just brought my husband home from the nursing home/rehab facility he has been in since May. Before that he was in a different, more intensive therapy place that insurance gave us the boot from. It was time to bring him home because the house was finally ready (we had to make some major modifications to accommodate his wheel chair and his walker, as well as simply get him in the house, the ramp is huge and takes up the whole garage). Also, I go back to work the first week of September (there was no summer rest for this teacher) and I needed to get used to having him here and get things set up for his care while I return. He can walk with assistance, but can not get himself out of bed or dressed or fed or bathed. He has next to no use of his arms or hands. Hopefully some day he will have enough core strength that he will be able to be mobile with out help, even without hands or arms, but that's far in the future.
Things have not been easy. This past week, they have been downright awful. I'm faced with the reality of having to be mother and nurse and wife all at the same time, and then in a few weeks I am a teacher again too. I don't know when I will have time to be Jess in the middle of all this, but hopefully writing about it will help. Don't get me wrong. I'm grateful every day that he is still here. He really shouldn't be. The accident was absolutely that bad.
I spend so much of the day taking care of everyone else, and I know that I need to take care of myself too, so by coming back here, I'm hoping I will do just that.