We got a twofer

 Judy and me both taken care of on the same day.  It involved an early drive north to Corpus, Judy’s pre-surgical check-in (lots of paperwork, blood test, chest x-ray, and ekg) for her knee (which happens in two weeks, the day after I’m cleared to drive), fish, shrimp, and hush puppies at Snoopy’s for lunch, my follow-up appointment with the neck surgeon (I’m doing great), back to the other office to finish Judy’s pre-surgical check-in, and drove off for home at 4:30 exactly.  Our timing was perfect to arrive home just as it was getting too dark for Judy to be able to see to drive.  I don’t drive at all right now.  She doesn’t drive at night.  Timing is everything. I’m doing great; I don’t see the neck surgeon for another follow-up for another two months.  I get to try sleeping without the neck brace, but otherwise I’m instructed to keep it on for a few more weeks.  Nothing new with Judy, we’re still trying to fit in that same knee repair we’ve been talking about for months now.  We’re determined to get it done on schedule now in early March. A long day, with much shuffling about from office to office, but a productive day.  A good investment in our continuing health. 

Valentine’s Day was wonderful!

We both got to be right all day long. Tomorrow is a big day.  We go back to the surgeon in Corpus Christi for my 4 week checkup.  If he likes my recovery, he should release me part time from the neck brace.  I know I’ll need to continue to wear it in the car, so still no driving, but I should be entirely out of it in another two weeks after tomorrow. The day we got the brace on, the thought of going six weeks with this thing was imponderable.  I had to switch my focus to one day.  All I had to do is make it through one day and one night with this contraption on.  Then we could decide what to do next.  After that first day and night, we decided to make it through another day.  Now, suddenly, I’ve had it on for a month.  A month?  If I could move my head I’d shake it in disbelief! Time flies even when you’re living in a rack.