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Annette says:
Tell the oldest that I’m really proud of him. Sounds like the security at that place is a little lacking. What are you going to do with yourself all alone. I’m sure the dogs will be glad to keep you company and lay under your feet or legs or next to you anywhere you happen to be sitting. Take care you guys and no more injuries.
The oldest ended up going to the doctor yesterday after lunch where we were told to keep him out of sports for a week or so. His headache is gone so we’re going to lobby for him to play baseball starting Sunday as he has 3 games in 4 days and the team needs him. He has his tinikiling performances today at 4 different schools. Mom of course, is one of the drivers.
Her event went well with 20 or so out of the 37 expected showing up. I guess it was a success. Meanwhile I had PT and had enough range of motion to ride the stationary bike for 8 minutes. My leg was tight for the first few minutes but then loosened up. I have a pretty (as in qualified) good little girl who is my therapist. I think her name is Daniella. I’m back down there at 9:30 am this morning. The misses is washing my stinky compression socks right now, they’re the white knee highs you have to wear for two freakin weeks to avoid blood clots. No one told me about this before surgery!
The misses sure looked beautiful yesterday in her yellow dress that we bought for Kristin’s wedding in Hawaii probably 8 years ago. She had a busy busy day going downtown and then rushing home to take the oldest to the doc before running back downtown for her event from 5 to 7. They say our guy has a concussion although I don’t know how they tell. He had all kinds of balance tests and stuff. I think he’ll be fine and he has his music performance tonight at 7:30 so he’ll miss tonights game anyhow. They’re worried about him getting hit in the head with a baseball but like I said, we’re going to ask if he can start playing this Sunday.
Everyone but me is leaving around 7:45 so I’ll need to shower and get ready for Uncle T to take me to PT, thanks in advance! Whoops, Uncle T just called and said he can’t take me as his cleaning people and yard guys are coming, soooooo, if anyone’s around that can drive me, give me a call! I guess he got the time mixed up as he thought it was at 1. Maybe I’ll have to try to drive myself, we’ll see.
Time to run, take care and God Bless, p.s. you know who sure is having a bad week!
YEA JAG – I have no tolerance for bullying! If there is a next time do as Grandma always told Billy – 1 punch straight to the nose! Hope the knee is on the mend mister.