He's Baaack....
Jun. 3rd, 2004 01:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
senoritafishForgot to mention that Dad is finally back home. When I had seen his doctor Thursday at the hospital, he said that normally they would have released him Friday, but since it was a holiday weekend and everything would be closed if something went wrong, they were going to keep him until Tuesday. Saturday, Dad told me Monday morning, so I called the nurses on Sunday and asked if they knew. They told me they hadn't received any kind of release orders. I told Dad to let me know, but I was kind of hoping it would be later than Monday morning (since John & I had it all to ourselves for once).
Monday morning, John's mom phoned at about 9:30 asking when we were going to pick up the kids. John said "How 'bout 2:00?"
"How about 11:00?" she said.
"How about 12:00?" John counters.
"How about 11:00?" she repeats. The time is non-negotiable. Apparently Avalon didn't sleep for more than two hours at a time, so she's exhausted. Three is a challenge - she only had to deal with two growing up. XD.
So, we collected the kids, got home and I played in the front yard with them, while John worked on a project in the garage. We had planted a bunch of gladiola bulbs and a couple of dahlias last week, and were glad to see they are all coming up. Angus collected a bunch of decollate snails from one part of the planter, which I made him put back. I'm glad see they've gotten established - and I think I'm actually seeing less in the way of helix snails, which they prey on. Certainly, a couple of years ago, those little dahlia shoots wouldn't have lasted a night.
At about 4:30, Dad called and said they'd told him he could go home as soon as his 5:00 IV antibiotic treatment was finished. Some notice. So John went and picked him up at about 6:30.
I haven't bugged him about taking walks like he's supposed to because I've been doing something every evening, but tonight I will. At least up to the corner and back, any maybe around the block. I don't think he's up to doing the shopping yet. However, he pissed John off yesterday after he'd broken his tooth. He was well enough to drive himself to the doctor yesterday, but asks John, "Are you going to move my car around to the back today? The street sweeper's coming." (They ticket in my neighborhood if your car is still on the street when the sweeper comes by, once every two weeks).
And much as I'm glad to have him out of the hospital, it was nice not to have someone asking me, "Aren't you in bed yet? Don't you have to get up in the morning? Close that window - I'm cold!" etc. Sigh.
Monday morning, John's mom phoned at about 9:30 asking when we were going to pick up the kids. John said "How 'bout 2:00?"
"How about 11:00?" she said.
"How about 12:00?" John counters.
"How about 11:00?" she repeats. The time is non-negotiable. Apparently Avalon didn't sleep for more than two hours at a time, so she's exhausted. Three is a challenge - she only had to deal with two growing up. XD.
So, we collected the kids, got home and I played in the front yard with them, while John worked on a project in the garage. We had planted a bunch of gladiola bulbs and a couple of dahlias last week, and were glad to see they are all coming up. Angus collected a bunch of decollate snails from one part of the planter, which I made him put back. I'm glad see they've gotten established - and I think I'm actually seeing less in the way of helix snails, which they prey on. Certainly, a couple of years ago, those little dahlia shoots wouldn't have lasted a night.
At about 4:30, Dad called and said they'd told him he could go home as soon as his 5:00 IV antibiotic treatment was finished. Some notice. So John went and picked him up at about 6:30.
I haven't bugged him about taking walks like he's supposed to because I've been doing something every evening, but tonight I will. At least up to the corner and back, any maybe around the block. I don't think he's up to doing the shopping yet. However, he pissed John off yesterday after he'd broken his tooth. He was well enough to drive himself to the doctor yesterday, but asks John, "Are you going to move my car around to the back today? The street sweeper's coming." (They ticket in my neighborhood if your car is still on the street when the sweeper comes by, once every two weeks).
And much as I'm glad to have him out of the hospital, it was nice not to have someone asking me, "Aren't you in bed yet? Don't you have to get up in the morning? Close that window - I'm cold!" etc. Sigh.
