Thursday Morning

Today is the Feast of the Epiphany otherwise known as Little Christmas Day. Today we {ummm translate that as me} take down the Christmas tree and the decorations. This goes well with what I had planned to do today which is to get started on the bedroom, especially my side of the bed. You may not see what taking down Christmas stuff has to do with cleaning the bedroom, but the storage place for the Christmas stuff is in the bedroom and to get to it, one has to move several large clothes-storage totes out of the way. So, since I am going to have to move them anyway…

The visiting nurse comes today. There is a small part of Fred’s incision where a staple came out too soon that is not healing. This morning, it was seeping a clear fluid. I put a band aid on it and it is on the list of things to mention to the nurse {Nikki} if she doesn’t bring it up. So far, she has been excellent about bringing up the things that I wanted to talk to her about anyway. Apparently I amuse her with my written lists because last time she asked with a smile if she had covered everything on my list! LOL

I have already been for my morning walk. I am working diligently to get us both back to as normal a routine as possible because I know routine is good for me and I think it will help Fred. Last night I took half a Klonopin and slept well all night not hearing or being disturbed by Fred getting up. He is still up for a while and then going back to bed but it does seem, like a baby who is growing, that his sleeps are getting less and his up-time is growing. This morning he said something that made me realize that he is planning ahead for the removal of the Foley catheter and bag. The damned thing is constantly giving him trouble, admittedly only minor troubles and he is dealing with them, but I am glad he is planning to get it out soon. It will be, for me, the final step that indicates we are back to normalcy.

I thought our landlords were coming back from Utah yesterday but there is no sign of their truck. Our neighbor came over and let Malcom out and he is outside now. When he saw me come out to put out some trash, he got very excited because I was dressed to go walking. He always thinks he should be going with me when I am wearing a coat.

OOOOH! Malcolm is barking like crazy and doors are slamming below! They are back!

Until later…