Lorianne's on the short clock: 24 - 48 hours or so, and she'll have worn out her welcome at the hospital. We expected that they were going to pull out her feeding tube this morning, but apparently it hasn't been in long enough to build up enough of a layer of scar tissue around it to prevent perotinitis if it were pulled out now. One month for that, the doctor says; but it won't keep her in the hospital while she waits.
She's able to put more and more weight down on her left leg now, an indication that the pelvis fractures are healing up nicely. The physical therapists have her walking laps in the hospital corridors behind a walker on a regular basis, and they have a set of stairs that she's been tested on as well. Me thinks that she won't be as limited in the things she can do as the doctors think once we get her home. Of course we're not talking jumping right back into her previous routine the moment they check her out of the Hypochondria Hilton, but I was envisioning her spending a lot of time laid up in the bedroom while that pelvis heals, with me bringing her meals up to her, and keeping the boy off of her until that bone knits. She may be able to maneuver herself up and down our staircase, giving her access to the boob tube downstairs, the computer up in the office, and the refrigerator when the munchie mood strikes. Thank goodness I've got the permission I need to work from home as necessary so that I can couple keeping my job going with supporting her recovery as necessary.
Anyway, we expect the cripple will be celebrating the New Year in, from the comforts of her own home.
