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Tuesday, January 7, 2014

Waiting for my Owner

Hubby has been pretty protective of me. Stayed with me every night in the hospital. When I recouped at our place in Boise he carefully portioned out all my liquids, made sure I took my vitamins, and took walks with me. Once we came back to Marsing, same thing.

But now he's returned to work and I haven't. I sit all day at home with not much to do. I sew fabric squares, I do Wii bowling, I organize things like the linen closet, I do some school work. But mostly I rest and sleep in.

And wait for hubby to come home. For part of his protectiveness involves outside. I'm not allowed to go into the gardens without him and I'm not allowed to take my walk without "supervision" he tells me.

I feel like a puppy dog waiting for her owner to come home.

I've ditched my walker and traded it for walking poles. I go to the power pole at the end of the street and turn around and come back home. With hubby "supervising" me all along the way, of course. It's not that far, but it sure feels like it to me. By the time I get home I'm panting like that puppy dog!

3 comments:

  1. You got a good hubby! :) ~Lisa

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  2. Do you no longer have to use your scooter?

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  3. Wow, Debbie ~ it sounds like you are doing great (in spite of that dumb C you got in protein!), and making some amazing progress. I am just really excited for you, and glad that things are going well. Except for having to wait for your owner :) LOVE your candid, descriptive writing! Take good care.

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