After a month in rehab, the food I asked for when I got home was peanut butter and jelly sandwich. So fine!
Sammy and Mason came by not long after I arrived home. I had to use
the toilet and when Sammy first saw me he grinned so big. pointed at me,
and ran off to tell his mama. I trust it was because he was glad to see
me and not because I was on the pot. Either one, I was the happiest man
in the world. Mason has forgotten me but I hope to see him more and
make up for lost time.
The knee is coming along so-so; very sore up to my crotch. The
therapists are working me harder at home than they did in rehab. I am
closely watching for infection.
I have a few days to work by myself before a therapist comes back on
Monday. Tuesday I deal with the steps once more when going to surgeon for
checkup.
Taking rat poison for a blood clot in my knee; it seems to be
dissolving safely but I will have to be on the med for at least three
more months. A nurse just now left me after doing a blood test and
taking my vital signs. All were ok.
I know all this is boring but it is my way of coping and trying to
make sense of things. I still see no future without crutches but I do
see a better future even with them.
I may be late answering your comments but be assured I eagerly read and appreciate all of them.
Have a good weekend, dear ones.
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