Grandson Sean catching the moon in San Diego CA, Wendy Johnston, 2015
I’m taking time to check in this morning to express appreciation for all the well wishes for David’s recovery from (#3) joint replacement surgery. He’s home now so I have the additional burden of taking care of everything I do, plus what he does to keep the household running, plus his care and feeding. Fortunately, Kathy brought us supper last night (cranberry chicken salad and a fruit compote) or it would have been bowls of cereal.
I didn’t expect David home the day after his surgery and was quite surprised to receive a call at 4:14 PM in which he said, “They are kicking me out.” Earlier in the day they (the hospital) told David they would keep him another night which was fine with me, if not his dog Clare who howled half of Monday night.
So, I drove to the hospital to retrieve him, my fourth trip in two days, and took the dogs with me. Clare licked his face the whole way home, beside herself with joy. I didn’t lick his face once. The little bitch has all his affection…well most of it. Yesterday evening, Kathy came up and helped David while I cleaned bird cages on my own (David usually helps me). Brother Dunstan was supposed to stop by but he was held up in the traffic jam caused by the Pope’s arrival. (The Benedictine Abbey is near the Basilica.) Dunstan reports he has a ticket to the Pope’s mass tomorrow, which will be attended by various members of religious orders and government officials.
Within a half hour of our arrival home, BJ called to schedule David’s first in-home therapy session. Victor the nurse called a few minutes later. I made sure David had the same company I used for my recovery from knee surgery last summer so everything should go well from here on out.
(I’ll be back to write posts and visit as I have more time. Meanwhile, you can always find me on Facebook where I spent far too much time this week arguing with strangers while waiting hours in the hospital lobby. I should have taken my crochet along.)