Putting patches on our wounds, assessing the damage and moving on in an ungainly way, we are seen to meander in a deliberate and awkward way. After visiting the dentist, Thomas returned with a protruding lip, mostly due to the tube gauze in his mouth from surgery. His surgery, having gone okay, let some typical bleeding, but I understand that it healed within the hour.
Lois found bringing the right X-Rays to an appointment help, but as luck would have it, she didn't. God's broader thinking allowed her to come the next week with the right ones, which led to a meeting with the other responsible doctors. Her hip -- so many years ago the problem, might now be addressed.
For history's sake, Lois complained about her hip, but then doctors found other parts to be a problem, like her heart ... her diabetes, her neck, her back, her knees. Now, finally, then might address the age-old (pun) problem of her hip hurting.
She started physical therapy Monday and will have PT twice weekly.
In other family news ... we are all jiggling the handle, hoping to make the crap not only go down -- as it has, but to go away. It's not the manure farmer -- same *&(^ different day, but rather each day ten new animals being brought onto the farm -- new *&(^, different and hardly ordered, the work becoming tenfold quickly.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment