I was draggin’ my wagon after last week’s hip surgery, but I think I may have turned the corner this morning.
I’ve already. . .
Cleaned my eyeglasses.
Color-code highlighted my appointment calendar.
Soaked my feet in Epsom salts.
Swatted four houseflies from my recliner.
Took my blood pressure three times.
Cleaned and oiled the foam pads of my crutches.
Clipped coupons from the grocery store flier. You wouldn’t believe the prices they’re offering on Ensure and Metamucil! (I wonder if they deliver…) Continue reading
My dad had hip replacement surgery last Friday. The procedure went well, and he was discharged on Sunday, with physical therapy scheduled for Monday. My mom got sick on Sunday night, and couldn’t bring him to his appointment. I volunteered to transport him to and from therapy. He called that morning and explained that he really needed bathing. Could I pick him up early and bring him to my Nana’s house so he could use her walk-in shower? An hour later, we were standing in her bathroom, unloading my dad’s Pert Plus and Irish Spring from a ratty blue duffle bag. Continue reading