Home Sweet Home
Nothing feels as great as coming home from a road trip.
Today we met with Dennis’ surgeon that will be doing surgery on Dennis January 21st. A portion of the metatarsal will be removed that has contracted a bone infection. Nothing that Dennis could have done to prevent this. It may have something to do with the fact that Dennis has gout in his system, but that also is not 100% sure. In 1947 this surgeon’s grandpa set Dennis’ right leg when he had slipped on the ice tending cattle. Small world indeed. It will be a one-day surgery. When we find out the time, we need to be there 30 minutes prior, and Dennis will be safe and sound in his own bed that evening.
All that we need to do between now and the 21st is to keep Dennis nourished and hydrated. Dennis wants to do his part. We got home at 1:30 and now here we are with a chicken pasta oven meal for supper, completely prepared by Dennis. Dishes for the prep are washed and I need to put them away. I stayed out of the kitchen and made a trip to our grocer for a few items, complete with vanilla ice cream.
It is 46 degrees this afternoon and whatever ice there was under foot is gone, replaced by some puddles. When we got home we chatted across the fence with neighbor Randy. Thank goodness they are feeding the three young deer that come every evening. Dennis had talked of it, but getting the heavy bags of corn where they need to be in the garage is not what he is up for right now, and I sure would not be any help. This year we will leave it to Randy and Jan, thank goodness for young neighbors.
I will say, with the sun shining into our home, the living room looks naked with no Christmas decorations. One of these years as I hit closer to being a little weird, I may leave it all up year round.
Tomorrow I have PT and we will see where I am on the meter of wellness. Speaking of wellness . . . on the news there was mention of booster shots given continually as they are cautious of them wearing off. My thought . . . how much foreign stuff would be injected into me before my natural immunity would be destroyed. I worked hard to walk in chicken poop and drink from a rusty garden hose that also was left floating in the stock tanks. I like my immunity.