He came home from the hospital yesterday. There was the possibility of an intermediate care facility, but Mauri had clearly progressed enough to skip (haha) that. We had a learning curve to figure out where, what, who, and how, and by bedtime we were both exhausted. I liken this to having a new baby in the house, which does not imply that Mauri is acting like a baby. No, he’s actually quite brave to push himself just enough to see improvement each day.
Here’s one of his landing spots where we can hook him up to two therapy machines. His leg rests in a CPM (Continuous Passive Motion) machine that can be set to higher and higher angles. He can be in it up to 8 hours a day. The other is an ice machine that circulates frigid water up into and through that blue pad that’s around his knee.
He looks happy enough…the scary part is past, the recovery part is on track, his future looks hopeful.
Now if I could just do something to make the dog happy.