I sorta doubt that there will be many dancing jigs involved, but it looks like Thursday this week is going home time. I'm thinking it will probably will be more like crawling up the stairs and then a nap. But at least the nap will be in my own bed. That to me is pure gold.
I'm still not off the hook. I will have home health care nurses coming in two or three times a week to change the bandages on my legs. The wounds are healing nicely, but there are still some places that rate an "ugly" description. I am told that total healing may take up to two months. That being said, I am in much better shape than I was two weeks ago.
To my chagrin, it seems that part of the deal is to also have physical therapy people showing up as well. That does not thrill me, but I will do it until I run out of patience. As we all know, patience is not my long suit.
The only part about going home that is difficult for me is that I am going home to an empty apartment. After I had to have my Lily put down a couple of weeks ago, I was down to just one cat, namely Kizzie. (There was a time when two Yorkies and three cats shared space with me.) Because it is difficult to deal with cat hair and because I know that I will be moving, I made the decision to let her go. Fortunately, one of my daughters is seeing to it that Kizzie goes to a good home. At this point, others are more likely better able to care for her and give her the attention she needs.
There are a lot of changes in my life just now. Some good. Some lousy. But all things considered, life is still very, very good!!
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