Change of Pace
On a Tuesday morning, there will be groups of individuals at our McDonald’s. Dennis rallied and headed out. Though there is an indication that the gout that was in his right hand has infiltrated to his right knee and right foot. I gave him credit for pulling it together, getting dressed and getting out and about. Being with a group of fellow vets and classmates can put things in perspective.
I headed to my physical therapy appointment at ten this morning. I am not giving up, Mike is not giving up. He has the tendon in the neck pinned down to be worked on. It may have a long medical term that has eluded me. Steady pressure and manipulation is the workout. I am able to get a good night’s sleep while wearing the support collar. Things could be a whole lot worse. After two weeks of living my life as I see fit, I will go and see Mike and see where the two weeks has brought me.
Dennis and I got home about the same time this forenoon and Dennis was on a roll. He wanted to go to Mankato for some errands. How could I say no. Putting our aches and pains to the side and getting out and about sure beats the “Woe is Me” syndrome. I think Dennis was hungry for one of Culver’s Chocolate Custard Shakes. Putting the ole cowboy behind the wheel of his little red pickup is worth many bottles of pills. I grabbed my neck brace as the pickup hits the bumps a bit hard and the brace gave me support and comfort after Mike had worked me over.
It’s good to get out of town and it is good to be back home. Tucking a few things in the pantry doesn’t hurt either. Tomorrow our usual pace of the day can take its rightful place here on Stauffer Avenue.