Those 70ish Girls

I drove to Dallas yesterday to get Kip who was in the hospital overnight following his back surgery, which by the way went very well. He’ll need time to heal the wounds and some physical therapy, but the surgery which included the repair of a herniated disc, should take care of the extreme pain he was experiencing.

My first concern was driving him home. When I was leaving his room Monday evening, he said, “DON’T WRECK MY JEEP!” He drives a Jeep Cherokee and he wants it to stay in one piece. The crew at the nurse’s station heard him and burst out laughing.

Seriously, I was so afraid to drive him home, the thought went through my mind that if he knew how afraid I was to drive in the Dallas traffic, he wouldn’t ride with me. I was afraid to ride with me. But I did it, we made it, and he didn’t even complain. Of course he was feeling no pain, if you know what I mean.

So, we are now on day 3 and everything is going fine. The first day everything was please and thank you, of course I don’t mind, and do you need anything else? The first day was, I’m so sorry you have to do all of this. You are having to work so hard, and don’t be silly, you don’t have to thank me. I’m happy to be your Florence Nightingale.

Today things were still good. Never once did I say, What do you want now? It only irritated me a little when it rained all morning and the dogs couldn’t spend time outside. They can’t play with Kip which confuses them and it makes it difficult. I took each of them on a long walk and it helped me to get outside. I fixed a pork loin roast with all of the trimmings for dinner and helped him to the bathroom seventeen times, but who is counting. I was cleaning the kitchen, feeding the dogs and cleaning Nellie’s feet when he asked If I would mind looking at the rain gauge to see how much rain we got, could I get him an ice cream cup, and he would need help to the bathroom before the ice cream? In times like this I realize how much he does for us.

If dogs could cry? Ours would be weeping.

I have to remind myself that he was a wonderful Frank Nightingale when I had my surgeries and boy oh boy did I require patience. I know I did.

Here are some pics of my nice peaceful walk…