A Saturday at Home
Oh my gosh it feels so good to be at home on this sunny Saturday day. Our challenge started last Saturday. Dennis has been under medical supervision for this last week: the culmination was yesterday, Friday, the removal of one toe. Blood clots can go south as well as north in the body.
One day surgeries are amazing. Dennis will check in with the surgeon in seven days. The stitches may stay in longer than that. Time will tell. Today is staying ahead of the discomfort with 500 mg Tylenol.
Last night, he said his bed never felt so good, ruts and all. It was 8:45 this morning before he awoke. Best rest ever! This morning with a bit of help, Dennis is in his teak rocking chair, with his foot up, in the patio porch surveying his kingdom. Dennis has a boot on his left foot and is to walk on the heel as much as possible . . . therein is the four footed cane that he is using. Dennis’ son finagled a route with his over-the-road deliveries to have a drop from Arizona to Mankato. He doesn’t need to be at Walmart in Austin until Monday morning. They are catching up with each other in the patio porch. Sweet.
My phone is on the charger. With restrictions, I was the only person to be with or see Dennis during the week. Keeping his four kids informed and trying to answer questions when there were no answers, my phone all but melted. Today . . . Dennis has his own phone to field all calls. Thanks be!
On a “Me” note, I have been doing several walks this morning. There is only so much the butt can take from sitting in formed plastic chairs over the course of time. Though the halls in the Mankato hospital are each a mile long, there is that plastic chair waiting at the end of the walk. I also have several tennis balls handy to sit on. They do help. I am excited to take my sewing machine to Bird Island next Tuesday for a checkup. I just had Dennis’ son carry it up from the studio into the back of the car. By Tuesday, I will feel very comfortable with Dennis being home alone. Dennis does have a daughter, complete with a son-in-law, living here in town. It would be a good time to share the love.
I am heading to the kitchen. We are having spaghetti for supper. I haven’t cooked all week and it will be interesting to see if the pilot light is still lit.
As I said, today is a sunny cold Saturday, there are two happy older ones on Stauffer Avenue. Thanks be to God for taking care that we may remain here for a very long time.