Last night, my husband complained about not being able to do household chores.  He was legitimately upset and frustrated that he couldn’t vacuum, do the dishes, or take out the trash.  It was kind of cute.

Anyway, I just wanted to update everyone about Eddie and his recovery so far.

His pain medication just barely covers his pain level.  There’s this hell period in between doses where the last dose has worn off but it’s not yet time for the next one.  And of course I’m the devil because I don’t let him cheat and take it early.  I’m also on him about wearing his brace at all times (which has been an easier task than I’d anticipated, at least so far) and standing straight when he’s vertical.

He took one day off after being discharged.  One day.  His back is broken in four places and he is currently working a 10-hour shift because that’s just what he does.  He keeps going, no matter what.  It’s really incredible.

We’re waiting for a Captain America decal to go over his chest on the front of his brace.  The bones are fractured and there’s nothing we can do about it now, so we’re trying to laugh.  (Not too hard, though.  It hurts him to laugh too hard.)  The Captain America stickers are probably going to get him more looks when we go out in public.

Which we did the night before last because Eddie was getting cabin fever.  Lots of kids stared him down because of his bright blue turtle shell of a brace.

We went to two stores.  Two.  By the time we left the second, we were both waddling and in so much pain that we barely made it to the car.  We had planned a third trip, but Eddie said, “Maybe…maybe we should just go home?”  Good idea.  We were groaning and wincing and wishing we could just transport ourselves back to our bed.  And when we did get into bed, there was more groaning.  Turning over, more groaning. We’re quite a pathetic pair by the end of the day.

We’re getting a glimpse of our elderly future.

As far as the guy, he’s still out there.  It’s been a week and a half and the detective hasn’t even called.  I’ve left two messages.  The guy was right there, the cops had a helicopter and everything, and they still didn’t catch him then.  Now there are so many “ifs” when it comes to finding him.  Did he use a credit card to pay for his seat?  His food (he ordered a waffle sundae, btw)?  Did the parking garage pick up his license plate, and was he driving his own car?  Will AMC Theaters hand over the tapes and receipts?  Will the parking garage provide any footage?  If not, will our detective be ambitious enough to obtain a warrant?  And if they do discover his name, how will they go after him?  Will they go after him?  If they do and they catch him, will he be released with a slap on the wrist?  If so, then we have to be concerned about retaliation.

That’s where things are at the moment.  I’ll update if anything happens, like a setback in Eddie’s recovery.  Or progress in identifying the creep.  (Who, by the way, had a kid with him when this happened.  Super classy.)

Photo credit here.

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