He is getting skinnier and I am getting chubbier....

How is that possibly happening? We just realized that Tony has lost 20 lbs (according the scale in the hotel gym that he hobbled on down to while I was diligently trying to walk-walk-walk away the candy I have been shoveling in at mach speed) while I myself feel like I am not going to fit into the seat in my Honda Element. Somehow it has seemed like a free for all and I can now see why folks in a trauma situation find themselves on The Biggest Loser in a matter of months.
We went to the clinic this morning for another bandage change and follow up with Dr. Ipatcki and had an appointment at 8:oo am. These waiting rooms are germ filled and about as boring as it gets. Ken was actually texting Patti, them timing how long it took his text to reach her phone. 8 seconds. That is all it takes for a text from Ken's phone to reach Patti's phone. Just 8 seconds. Tony was not amused as much as I was by this because he has been in ICU and so drugged up and in pain while the three of us (plus my mom and Luke for many days) were rattling around the waiting room for hours and days on end. You also realize that in this kind of trauma situation, you can not really even read a magazine while you are waiting. Most of you who are reading this know that I am a voracious reader and I have not been able to make it through a People magazine. Every second you look at the clock and then back at the door hoping that your surgeon will pop his head in. You don't even want to go to the bathroom for fear of missing the doctor. After 17 days (yes, we have been here for 17 days), you find small ways to amuse yourselves that require a short attention span. Hence the game of text-timing.
At any rate, we waited for two hours and at 10:00 am we were brought into the examination room. The bandages were removed and I have to say, Tony and I were both so excited when we saw his arm. The swelling is down and it just looks so good compared to Friday, and his leg is healing well. I myself, am quite squeamish when they are pulling the tape/bandages off (think open wound and ripping extremely sticky plastic clear tape off it) and often have to sit down or try and amuse myself by texting Bree incesantly so I don't have to watch. These texts are ofter misspelled (as Bree can attest) but at least I am occupied during this.
All the staples were also removed from his foot and his thigh and now the healing can begin. Afterwards, we loaded up the car and drove to Jerusalem (no, not the country but the fantastic mediterranean lunch place) to get Chicken Schwarma sandwiches. Things are starting to feel normal again, we are just down a hand which really seems to be workable for all of us. Don't get me wrong, the tears can often spill at strange times (REI for me today) but they don't come as forcefully and they go away somewhat quickly as soon as the moment passes. We are headed back to our beloved little hamlet of Durango tomorrow and really cannot wait to see everyone in just a few days....We cannot tell you all enough how much we appreciate the support and love we have both felt througout this process. And don't worry, I will keep blogging just as much and keep everyone posted on Tonys recovery...I am even going to figure out how to post pictures so folks can see the progress!