Good for your husband to deal with such an event and keep his lifestyle going. I’m sure your support helped to give him faith.
Actually, I just about had to tie him down for the first week or so. He was out on the lawn tractor, using an oven mitt as protection over the dressings, ignored the irrigation routines, *forgot* his dressings, chafed when he needed help and was buttoning his shirt and tying his shoes within 2-3 weeks.
He has a friend who was an Army medic who understood the masculine attitude and came over and instructed him in self-care of the wounds. That helped and he only asked for assistance when it was really needed and became irritated if I *hovered*.
I bought him some aids to protect his fingers and assist with his work and he ignored them. He did use the hand putty and exercise balls for about a month or so, so that was good.
The cold the first winter was the worst. I found some glove liners for skiers that were thin and flexible and those really helped.
Everyone at the hospital was just amazed and his response was “What else am I going to do?” Yes, he had some moments of self-pity and mostly self-recrimination because it had been his own fault, but I think most working men are similar: life continues and you just get on with it.