Thursday, July 23, 2009
There he sits. We've been staring at him an awful lot. Now he's asking for his iphone, laptop, and briefcase. He was complaining of itching (either from the chest shave or the epidural) and Fancy Nancy the Nurse gave him a vile of benedryl in his neck port. He was snoring about 3 minutes later, so us girls hopped over to the Catina Larado for gigantic margaritas and guacamole. How often to you get lunch with your mama and sister on a Thursday?
Fancy Nancy recommended that Dad take three walks a day. She said next time she won't even need to go with him. I don't know what she would have done if Dad had gone down, but she felt useful.
More later. E