This afternoon, Brian got up with his elbow walker, and literally, took off. Yahoo!! That means that though he can't bear weight yet on three out of four appendages, we are in the home stretch and best of all, he can now get up and get his own stuff. No more delivery service. I'm thinking of putting one of those tacky baskets on the front, like ladies used to have on the handlebars of their Huffy's or Schwinn's, back in the 50's, so he can keep his cell, shades, and other accoutremount with him, as he travels. The other outstanding side effect?? It wears him out.
He's going to be a lot less chatty and a lot more "strenf", as Benji would say, when he hits PT on Monday. He refers to himself now as "The Terminator" and boy, have I had fun with that one. Aside from reminding him he a-l-m-o-s-t "terminated" himself, on his motorcycle, I'm hopeful he'll be careful with all this new found freedom, a la walker.
Realistically, probably not.
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