Stopped by to see some friends yesterday, as well as their new baby. When the other small children were off in an adjacent room, the topic shifted to my stupid-long recovery. I grumbled "Everybody wants to wrap me in bubble wrap!"
The wife gave me a mom-look. The husband, former marine, said quite forcefully, "they're not wrong!"
...and the second-smallest child, who's still working on intelligible words, looked up, went tearing off to his older sister's room, and came back proudly trailing a length of bubble wrap bigger than he was.
Ok, universe, I can take a hint. Really.
Even if it can sometimes be frustrating, it's really good to have people that care that much about you.
ReplyDeleteI know. I love my friends. I really do. And when friends who have never met nor talked to each other over five states and twenty years all try to wrap me in bubble wrap, well, maybe it's not them...
DeleteBut the two year old? Really? There are days I wonder if I'm the punchline of a Divine joke. And then there I days I don't wonder, I know.
Ask and ye shall receive... LOL
ReplyDeleteSounds like I have 6 more weeks minimum in the knee brace, though it's adjusted so I can now flex to 30 degrees.
ReplyDeleteSo far, the doctor's people think I'm making better progress than the 20-somethings with similar injuries. Not bad for a 68 year old fat guy.
RCPete
Dude, that's awesome progress! Keep it up!
DeleteThanks!
DeleteI'm working on it. The Physician's Assistant didn't want to refer me to official PT just yet, but a fair amount of web searching unearthed a useful set of exercises. I'm starting them slow, but trying to do them as well as I can.
Now, the ice goes on after the workout, but I'm not needing anything beyond the obligatory Ibuprofen (arthritis stinks!) morning and night. Now, I'm trying to figure out how to do more walking--maybe do laps on the back deck.