The Road to 40 Day 304/365: Home Recovery Mode

Vino has five days worth of medical leave to rest his foot, and this was the first day he’s stuck at home.

I’m still worried about the pain he’s experiencing, but with the doctor ruling out a cast, it reassures me that it’s not so bad. I didn’t want him to be in a cast, as I feel like it would take him some time to recover mobility from it.

He has a bandage on now, and we told him to try not to put so much weight on it as much as possible. I’m not sure how well he’s recovering or if there is still some acting involved so that he won’t go to school or football training. However, if he is indeed acting, then he’s a pretty damn good actor.

He’s been consistent with the doctor and with me about the pain he’s feeling, so I’ll just take his word for it now. Hopefully, it’s not a long-term thing, because I don’t even know who’s going to take responsibility for it.

I had to leave Vino for a bit so that I could check in with the doctor at the clinic. The cholesterol medicine he gave me is down to six tablets, and I wanted to make sure if I needed any more or if I could stop.

He immediately saw a change in me, so he asked for updates on how I was doing. I am down to 84.5kgs from 88 kgs, and I guess it is already showing results. I do feel less lethargic and significantly lighter. He told me to continue what I’m doing, as he believes I have made significant progress from my initial bloodwork.

However, he told me I should come back after three months to get myself checked again. He gave me two more months’ worth of medicine, which he said I should continue for the meantime.

Vino and I spent the day at home with little to no movement. He asked for pizza for lunch, and while I could make it, I decided to get him his favorite Hawaiian pizza from Dominos.

He spent a bit of time in his room reading Dogman before coming back outside the living area. He turned his attention to the PS5, while I snoozed a bit.

It’s difficult to find activities for him, obviously, because he shouldn’t be moving too much. He did find ways to amuse himself, though, as he also took out some pieces of paper for him to draw some things.

Later, he incorporated us in his game by asking us to replicate his drawings and vice versa.

Looking back to my childhood, I don’t remember ever getting hurt to the point of needing a cast or a bandage. Not sure if that’s a testament to us being tougher kids, or just ignorant of what dangers we might have been in.

In some respects, I feel like I’m being too sensitive about his foot – maybe putting it on ice or a warm compress would make it better. However, I also don’t want him to feel pain and just dismiss it outright.

I’m hoping that it’s just an elaborate acting job on his part, but ultimately, I just want him to be ok already. I really can’t handle seeing him getting hurt.