No idea how Lana’s picture ended up here. I thought I clicked on one of my inspirational quotes. But this is probably better. It makes me smile. That kid was always a happy little thing. And never was a neat eater.
It just gets better every day. I’m doing fine…sleeping well at night, enjoying walks in the courtyard during the day, reading, gabbing with family…and for the most part, pain free. or at least minimal pain that is easily controlled. Jerry has the feeding and meds down to a regular routine and slowly I’m learning how to do it so I can take over some of the work. Things are good.
Sean and Carly are leaving tomorrow. I’ll be sad to see them go. Sean was a huge help getting me home and getting me settled and it’s been such fun to have both of them around this weekend. They’re out now…went to my nephew’s for dinner…Nice that the cousins can get together. They went out to a Greek restaurant today with Jill and Anne. I made them describe what they ate in detail. I am living vicariously through everyone else these days. At meal times, I go down to keep everyone company and just stare at the good food. I complain that no one ever gives me a plate. They ignore me. So I pretend I’m having a great meal and thank the cook profusely for such good food. (I am losing it, no question)
Still loving the heating pad for my back…still loving the Tramadol…still wishing I could just have a tall glass of ice water. That day will come…maybe soon, probably this week!