What a difference some time makes.
My “wicked stepmother” was in a pretty nasty jaws of life crash in Florida just under two weeks ago.
She was moved out of icu the day I arrived and began physical therapy as they opted not to do surgery on her broken pelvis.
Today he texts me:
An exchange I just had with Denise:
D. I walked this afternoon YAY!!
B. No way?!
D. Yup! About 12 steps leaning on the lowered bar then he lowered my walker and did about 6 more steps , great hey
D. Yes wow, totally knackered but good stuff xxx
B. That is so awesome!
Honestly, I can’t believe with how hurt she was (to recap- broken collar bone, 5 ribs, punctured lung, and pelvis all on her left side) they are continuing rapidly to move to using a walker.
Who knew she was this kind of tough?