if it’s the last thing we ever do….”
Grin. Not sure anymore who sang/wrote that song, might have been BTO, but it’s kinda how I am feeling.
Yesterday was a lovely day. We had sunshine and about 60 degrees, I spent a bit of time outside walking around in the hospital garden which still looks very bare and wintery except for some crocusses.
Am feeling quite well. When I get up, I have that quasimoto kinda look for the first few steps, but then I am able to straighten up and walk properly, though slowly. Am kinda tired of changing between knitting, reading, crossword puzzles, walking through the corridors, knitting, crossword puzzles, eating, walking, etc.
In other words, it’s time to go home.
However, the stitches will not be pulled until Tuesday, so there is no other hope. Ok. Two more days. Gotta just handle that.
Yesterday, Tobi visited. It was so good to see him. A bit later on, we left him in the car to sit in the garden for a bit and he stared at us / me incessantly with a look that was just too much to bear. Made me cry actually. Silly, ain’t I? Will be home in three days, so why cry? Auuugggghhhh.
Not much other news from here – the hospital stay is getting very monotonous, the big trick is getting the hours to pass, then the evening which just drags on. Two more days – YIPPEEEEEEEE!
Hugs to all of you.