Another Good Day

First, a note to new visitor Lynne and anyone else who hadn't read my earlier posts about Ray's surgery and the insulin.

He isn't diabetic. This is a relatively new concept in the promotion of healing and prevention of infection after a coronary bypass. The theory (and I finally found it on Google) is that high blood sugar may lead to infection and/or slow the healing process so the testing and insulin are prescribed temporarily.

I know, I thought the same thing until it was explained to me. I found one link to a hospital in Boston (Beth Israel Deaconess which is associated with Harvard) and another to a hospital in Toronto, Ontario that have had good results. There may be others. The discomfort is a small price to pay. (Easy for me to say of course, I'm not the one sticking a lancet in my finger 4 times a day and a needle in my stomach first thing in the a.m.). His leg is healing nicely even though it still looks awful and the other incision (the one from his neck almost to his navel) looks even better. They tell me the leg is more apt to cause grief.

He made it down my front step and out to the yard 3 times today while the physical therapist was here and also managed to get into our shower. He's in a little discomfort so may have overdone a little. We'll try for the actual shower tomorrow now that we know he won't need the bench which has been on order since last week. It's a little after 8 p.m.; I sent him to bed and will wake him later for his final test and the mandatory bedtime snack. I found yogurt on sale today and picked up ten little cartons, all with the fruit on the bottom. He hasn't seen it yet.

Dinner was a reprise of yesterday. It's easier with some things to cook 4 servings than it is to cook two. It saves energy too; mine as well as the other kind.

The best news of all is that our Elcie initiated the phone call last night. Those of you I've been in contact with by email will know how pleased I was. She was cheerful and updated me on everything that had been going on with her. It was so good to hear her voice. R & R sang a duet of one of their favorite songs (sort of karaoke thing - I could hear the cd in the background). Now I can't remember the name even though Rebecca sang it again for me tonight.

Tomorrow I'll probably keep my weekly coffee date with my friend Janet provided Ray has as good a day as today. I'll be five minutes from home (in a car) and it will give me a chance to see son Tim who just returned from a weekend at Disneyland. He said it was awesome. (Tim, for anyone who doesn't know, is almost 35 but still a kid at heart in some ways). Amusement parks have never been my thing but I'm glad he enjoyed it.

Tuesday is senior discount (5%) day at the local supermarket. I noticed a couple of things today when I ran in after milk, bread, and juice that I may pick up tomorrow. Janet qualifies too and she likes to go on Tuesday so it works out well. Those nickels on the dollar add up eventually.

My local friend, Wandering Dave, who set out on a long journey from here, up the west coast to Canada, across the prairie provinces, Ontario, part of the Maritime Provinces, Quebec, and back down the east coast, is now in Gettysburg (unless he's moved on today - looks like he might have made it to Manassas, VA). He's interested in the Civil War battle sites among many other things. It's been fun reading of his travels. He'll go down to northern Florida and then come back through the southernmost states back home. Janet and I are keeping a seat warm for him for coffee.

I'm keeping one eye on the Cleveland/Yankee game. Bottom of 9th, 1 out, 6-4 Cleveland. As an old Brooklyn Dodger fan, my distaste for the Yankees knows no bounds. There is no logical reason; the Dodgers left Brooklyn for Los Angeles in 1957 or 1958 but old resentments linger on. Sorry Yankee fans, I can't help myself.

Anyhow, I'd better close this out and check on my sleeping beauty.

Two outs.

Three outs.

There is joy in Cleveland tonight. Their last World Series was in 1948, the first World Series I remember. My uncle and I listened on the radio as they defeated the then Boston Braves. That year was probably the beginning of my love of baseball. I was 10.

Thanks, as always, for all the kind words and take care everyone.