End of the Week
It is a Friday and the month is oh so close to being half over.
Good news from the wound doctor, Renee, today. The wound on the opposite side of the incision on the left foot is growing new pink skin around the circumference. What had been the size of a quarter is now a bit smaller than a nickel. We so take the health of our feet for granted. Dr. Renee did give me thumbs up as she saw my bandage skills when she unwrapped it from the foot.
It was arranged that after we had seen Dr. Renee Dennis could have all the lab work done for the next angioplasty on the 26th of this month. That saved us one trip to Mankato.
I am not sure what is going on in my stomach, other than my breakfast was skipped. It sounds like a string quartet is on an audition of some sort. Two days away from home and my system is rebelling. We are creatures of habit. We are now home for the duration . . . until next Tuesday. Sweet!
It is a sad day across Stauffer Avenue. Neighbor Bob had a heart attack in May. He has not been back to his home since that day. He is now in some healthcare facility in Mankato. He has very few close family members. Today a huge multi-yard dumpster has been put in the driveway.
It does give pause. One minute you could be out cleaning the windshield of your car and the next minute your life as you have known it is gone and uncertain.
When Dennis saw the dumpster being pulled in across the way, it effected him. He went on to say that when he saw me taken away in an ambulance after my stroke . . . the things that went through his mind . . . none good.
We all do live on short strings.
Today we had good news in relationship to health issues here on Stauffer Avenue. Dennis and I are never so strong as when we pull together for each other and ourselves.