For starters, I’m beat. I’m drained, kaput, exhausted, running on empty.
But enough about my I.Q. … 🙂
Seriously, here’s where things stand (for those of you keeping score) –
Wife Jane – Love her heart, she’s up and around this morning, cleaning the kitchen and just brought me some coffee. I’ve got a massive headache either from lack of good sleep, lack of caffeine, or just general stress. Wait, this wasn’t about me, was it?
Wife Jane, Take Two – So she’s doing better, but still sore as hell. She’s up and about though, and handling problems at work by phone. She’s still walking like me, but she’s improving. I’m really glad the Crippled Old Man Shuffle looks to be temporary. It’s not very attractive. 🙂
Daughter KaylaFace – Driving all over town at her second drivers’ ed road class yesterday. I am so very proud of how well she’s doing I can’t contain it. And despite the fact that we all know how long they’ll last, I really do appreciate all the promises she’s making about taking care of a lot of the driving errands for me once she’s loose on the road. Makes me feel old though, and I damned near cried when I went to pick her up after lesson number one. I hadn’t expected them to leave the parking lot of the high school, but when I arrived they were nowhere to be found. After about five minutes, she pulled the car into the parking lot and parked it right at the front doors of the school like she’d been doing it all her life. They’d been out cruising the neighborhoods.
She’s a little worried about today though. They’re learning to park. Residential neighborhoods? No prob. Two lane highway? Piece of cake. Rush hour traffic on the four lanes of U.S. 17 through town? Walk in the park. Put the car between two yellow lines in an empty parking lot? Scary, apparently.
Pop – Probably coming home today. He was up and around yesterday, with the physical therapist in tow. She brought a walker with her for him. He laughed and told her I needed it more than he did. He was right. Put the lady on his arm and cruised off down the hall with her, leaving the walker in the room. He’s still a working carpenter, and intends to go right back at it. Good for him. I should be in so good a condition. I believe they’ll be prying his hammer from his cold dead hand long after I’m worm bait.
He said they did two “brain scans” on him. From what I could gather, one was an EEG, and the other an MRI maybe. Doc says that it may not be his middle ear after all, but an after effect of a mini stroke he seems to have had at some time in the past.
If I know Pop, he was probably on a roof or something and just ate a Tums and went on. “Stroke? Nah, indigestion. Gimme another truss. I don’t have time for a stroke.”