The Natives Are Restless

"You know, it's kind of like 'Groundhog Day'".

I can only imagine.

While Dad continues the healing process, it's only taken 3 days of basically being in a bed for him to want to get the heck out. I would guess it would be the equivalent for sitting still, with the exception of someone poking at ya every now and again. Ick. Still, we all know that it's part of the healing process, and soon enough, he'll be out and on his feet. That's going to be an amazing day that we're looking forward to celebrating. For now though, it's still all about getting well.

Still good stuff: Dad's a walking machine. He says there's little in the way of actual 'pain', it's more like soreness that you get from layin' around all day, then trying to exert all your energy into something. More good stuff: 'Was that you, or did a dump truck just rumble on by?'. All the pieces and parts are starting to get moving again, which is good after a surgery where they do replumbing. It's especially good because soon, the foodie will get to eat some real food...because I've yet to see a chic restaurant touting a menu of only 'clear liquids'.

Most of the medical stuff has been pretty standard -- chest xrays, irrigation, vitamins, etc. It's good to hear the energy and the edge in Dad's voice...a clear indication that we're continuing to walk down Recovery Road.

And as a completely related aside: Shreveport, LA, is ungodly hot, humid, and nasty.

Talk with you soon!