Driving for recovery

Time for transition:

I wanted to tell you that I got the OK from my visiting nurse that I can start driving again. When She left I got out the minivan and did a burn-out all the way down the driveway and into the street. I went up and down our little street doing burn-outs and doughnuts. After that I pulled in front of the house and crawled out the window of the minivan unto the roof. 

I then raised my arms in victory like I won the Daytona 500 or something. That's when things went wrong. I decided to do a flip off the roof of the minivan and I landed head first into a snow bank. 

Good thing my wife witnessed the display. She dug me out, dried me off, cleaned me up, and put me to bed for a two hour nap (I take a lot of those). Anyway I can drive again. 

God Bless

Paul 

(2-25-11)

I can DO this...just give me time!

Post-Op Blues:

The doctors said I could go home if my wife did everything for me at home for a little while. They didn't know that my wife has been doing everything for me for forty-five years now. I never did my own wash (do you sort colors? how much detergent?) or never cooked my own meals (What do you set the oven at 250 or 650?). 

When I was still working, my wife made my lunch for me every day to carry (I don't know where the food is and even if I did, what would I do with it if I found it?). I remember trying to make toast once and I burned it so I never tried that again (I think there's a little dial on the side of the toaster for light and dark, nobody told me). 

My kids always try to tell her to stop doing everything for me but she likes it, so why does it bother them?

God Bless

Paul


(2-21-11)