I need therapy, but I'm just way too cheap to pay for it.
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Pee-Paw, my new nick-name for my walker-wielding husband, has been progressing pretty well. We changed a bandage, he's already taken a walk and one of the kitties went with him and the boys. My kids are amazingly protective of him. I on the other hand jump at the slightest noise because I'm afraid he's fallen and he can't get up. I couldn't resist that one, but every time he drops the remote I think its him and his walker.
I'm just thankful that all is well, and I have family and friends who are there at every turn. Thank you all for everything.