Ok, this sounds gross, but it works.
If any of your kitties drool when you pet them, collect some of it and rub it one the uprights of the wheelchair the day he comes home. They’ll recognize it as beloning to that kitty and accept it.
I know I haven’t posted much, but I’m still reading every day. I’m so happy for both of you.
Kitty Conga!
W00t! 
His progress sounds so good.
Not sure what your floors are like at home, so take this for what it’s worth… when my brother came home with only one good leg he found it easiest to move around his condo in a wheeled office chair. A cheap one from a used office furniture store was what worked best for him.
The office chair was a lot narrower than a wheelchair so easier to navigate through doors that were not wide enough for a wheelchair. He just used his one good leg to push himself around.
Wheeled office chairs are easy to get around in. They’re also easy to tip over, and they don’t lock when you’re getting into or out of them so they slide out from under you. I have a couple of patients who insist on using them. Guess which patients I’ve had to fill out multiple Incident Reports for Falls/Fall With Injury on?
Wow! Just wow! Congrats on the great progress and keep up the good work.
Yay…such great news, shoe!
-D/a
Great news! Congratulations to you both (and to the kitties)!
Similar ruses have never worked with my various cats, but using their own drool sounds like a really good idea. And not the least bit gross, IMO.
Bazinga!
ooh, great news!! :):):):)
Joins the happy kittteh conga line
Knee scooters are awesome. My Mom used one after foot surgery, and was actually kind of sad to give it up. Given a clear floor area, she was FAST with that thing! Trips to Costco suddenly became all kind of fun. 
They do require a fair amount of strength in the rest of the body, though. Her opposite hip was really sore for the first couple of days from pushing herself around. And they’re a nuisance on carpet.
Doesn’t actually sound that gross, considering what you have to deal with occasionally when you have pets in the first place, but I’m wondering how weird I’d feel carrying a small vial of cat spit into a hospital.
We haz no carpet. (Cats are a nuisance on carpet, too. If a cat feels an imminent hairball and has a choice of a smooth, easy-to-clean surface or carpet, it will pick the carpet every single time. It’s a rule.) Anyway, the rest of his body’s fairly strong and getting stronger, so it’s something we’ll keep in mind.
Vent: I think spoon-feeding her helpless son ice chips and such several times while he was in the ICU has re-activated his mother’s brain into thinking he’s a small child. She’s acting weird, to my mind, but he says he recognizes her current behavior as being exactly like she was when he was a kid and she was, apparently, ultra-neurotic. She chilled out once he was grown and out of the house, she always seemed quite laid-back to me, so I didn’t really understand what he was talking about when he used to describe what she was like during his childhood, but boy, do I see it now.
I don’t think it’s dementia, though, despite what everyone always says when someone over {X} age starts to exhibit changes in personality. I think it really is seeing him being so dependent.
Gah. Gah, I say!
Cute story: I saw a man with a therapy dog yesterday. But … ! This dog was special: a mini dachshund with his back end in a little doggie wheelchair. What better dog to visit someone who’s possibly having to come to terms with life in a wheelchair than a cute little doggie in a chair of his own? 
He had his little blue Certified Therapy Dog vest (complete with hospital ID badge) and his chair was decked out with a string of Christmas lights. His person told me that Arlo had been on the euthanasia list because of his back injury and was rescued, rehabilitated etc. at the last minute. He said, “We got him into a wheelchair and {{{ you can tell exactly how this sentence is going to end, can’t you? }}} he hasn’t stopped going since!” One of those super-sweet, outgoing, never-met-a-stranger kind of dogs. Hell, I’m not even a patient and patting him made my day.
Arf. Arf, I say!
Only if Righty has enough strength to hold up the rest of him while Lefty does the pushing. I used one for a few weeks last year (broken foot) and they’re actually a fair bit of work to maneuver around, as well as being tough on the leg that’s kneeling.
And now that I’ve read more of the thread - WOOHOO on bumping-up of his discharge date etc.!!!
EMG = stabby/zappy thing, yep. Had one myself a few years back. I don’t know that it was worse than childbirth… at least I could have said “NO MORE” and gotten the hell away from it… but it was a pretty close second.
Inside the house as an alternative for a wheelchair probably won’t be too bad. I don’t think he’ll be ready to take it out in public for a while. The guy at WDW said his pushing leg was getting quite a workout!
Just wondering what the Christmas plans are. And sending more good thoughts.
( bump )
He’s coming home for the day tomorrow. We’ll spend some time just hanging around at home, and then Christmas dinner at his parents’ house.
I can’t friggin’ wait!
Aw, yeah! To celebrate, here’s a little musical interlude from the Velvet Fog:
And of course, this is just too appropriate, courtesy of Mr. Bing Crosby:
Have a wonderful holiday!