By the time you read this Mrs ERJ will be flying to Miami, hopefully with the aid of an airplane and I will be at the doctor's office learning if I can put weight on my left leg.
Our first grandchild's arrival is imminent. Southern Belle implored "Is there any way you (Mrs ERJ) can come down?" She is more than a week past her due-date and it is getting close to time to induce. She had been hoping for a home-birth with a mid-wife but that is looking less and less likely.
We had a quick huddle.
Mrs ERJ is going.
I was cleared to drive Wednesday of last week since my injuries were to my left leg. I just never had a reason to drive anywhere. Mrs ERJ and I made a trip to the local grocery store with me driving. No problemo there. If all goes according to plan I will have driven Mrs ERJ to the airport at O-dark-thirty and then boogied on home.
There are a few things I need to sort out from my end. Much of it revolves around caring for Zeus. Belladonna is preparing for some exams that will give her professional credentials and will be in-and-out. Being able to put weight on my leg will be a big deal for the days Bella is not around. My fall-back plan is to clip him to the run for much of the day.
We keep bulk dog food in the basement and bring it upstairs five gallons at a time. It will be easier to buy MORE dog food than it will be to go down the stairs, if that becomes necessary.
I went to the hand-specialist yesterday. He poked and squeezed and stretched my hand.
Paraphrasing what he said into simple English: My hand was the bumblebee that hit the windshield. The parts of the hands and wrists that are not particularly well supplied with blood heal slowly. He proposed that I use my hand gently (five pound weight restriction) and work on range-of-motion for four or six more weeks. If it isn't any better, give him a call.
Personally, I like doctors who are slow to suggest surgery or invasive procedures.