Big doin's today. Miss Kenju and my granddaughter and I are going to get our nails done, after we drop brother kenju off at the hospital.
Progress continues, but it is slow and hard to see if you don't know what to look for. Miss kenju was prepared to bring in an Italian dinner last night for everyone, but disparate arrival schedules and mr. kenju made that unnecessary. He was afraid that if he didn't eat all the dinner they bring to him, that they would think there was something wrong with him and wouldn't let him come home this week. All he had to do was tell the nurses that his family was providing food - but he didn't want to make waves - as he said. Poor guy is still scared of them.....LOL.
One thing I fear now is that when he comes home, he will expect me to be at his beck and call, just like the nurses and techs have been for the last 3 weeks. Fat chance. I will respond, of course, but he will need to learn quickly that meals will be served at my convenience, not at the whims of his stomach. He is used to the hospital schedule now: 7am, noon, 5pm. My schedule will be more like 8am, 1pm, 6+pm, but on the days I work, all bets are off.
My kitties will be happy to see the household return to some semblance of normalcy. They have been puzzled by his absence, and also upset by it. Storm never left his side in the six days prior to his going to the hospital, after he had the stroke. Now she looks around the house as if she expects to find him. Last night, when we arrived home with brother kenju in tow, she walked across his lap several times, which she has never done before. Maybe she thought mr. kenju had come home at last, albeit a shorter, more stocky version of him....LOL
(Let me know if you are tired of the gas stations. I think there are five more to post.)