They say that time goes by faster as you age. I believe it. Can't keep up.
The wound vac that Cowboy is wearing involves a nurse coming to the house on Mon, Wed and Fri. She puts him on our bed with a towel under the wound and proceeds to take off the coverings and the paraphenalia and washes it with saline from a shringe. Sometimes the towels get a bit wet.
Last night about midnight I wake up and Cowboy is arranging a towel on the bed. He seems to be preparing for the nurse visit. He finally gets back into bed and there is the towel laying on top of the covers waiting for her visit. The diseased brain is a very strange thing.
The physical therapist came today. He is really good at his job but I find him a bit tiresome. He goes on and on about the different muscles, etc. I think he is trying to impress me with his knowledge. I appreciate that he needs to know these things but it is hard for me to want the amount of detail he offers on some things. This whole business of these therapists is bugging me. I know there is value in a lot of what they offer but I keep thinking about the nations out of control spending on medical care and am wondering if maybe we have gone past the line of common sense on some of this stuff. patience Lena Sue, patience..........
Cowboy has decided not to wear the soft athletic pants I bought him. He struggles to put on his jeans over the bandages but does it anyway and dresses in his jeans and cowboy shirt. The only concession of late in his dressing is he is wearing mocasins instead of his boots.
He ate a good breakfast today but hardly touched his lunch or his dinner. I got him to drink a Glucerna. I hope we are not starting to have eating issues again. I know it is selfish of me but I get so tired and frustrated of cooking what I think will be a meal he will enjoy and he won't touch it. He just says "I don't want it".
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