Hubby is doing very poorly with his bad leg / bad back. We got him out of the house on Saturday morning to pick up breakfast from Sonic but then he wasn't out of the bed and dressed for the rest of the weekend. He did hobble to the computer room once but sitting up made him sick to his stomach and gave him chills (too many pain meds?). He's watched a whole lot of TV and read every current magazine in the house.
I'm beginning to be seriously worried. I'm so not used to him just "lying around in bed." He has given up any form of cooking, including putting up my lunch. Last night he asked, "So what are we going to do about lunches this week?" and I was astonished that he had given up hope that he would be mobile sometime during the week. Last week he was still making sandwiches and cutting up fruit. This week he's not even trying.
If you talk with him, as did his Louisiana friend on Sunday morning, he tells this strange story about his "bad back" and that it seems that "every two years something goes horribly wrong in my body." He doesn't acknowledge the knee / leg problem at all -- or that he can't walk, except for a few hobbling steps.
We don't have a doctor's appointment until the 15th -- because the doctor warned this would take a while to recover from (the Baker's Cyst). I honestly don't know if we can hold our that long. I'm beginning to have a very quivery feeling in the base of my stomach that something more seriously is amiss than what we at first assumed.